Last night the fire alarms went off in the building across from ours. I stood out on the landing, watching the building being evacuated and the firemen going up the staircase. In the end, rumor was that someone was smoking in the non-smoking rooms, flicked the butt, and ended up with either a fire in the trash can or the mattress. After about an hour, all the hubbub was over, and we all went back to bed.I guess that's what you call one smokin' yo-yo.
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