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I’m in a dual level home probably toward the front, in a bedroom, laying on a bed. There is a large opening in the wall like sliding glass doors have been removed, facing the same type of building next door. In the back of the building in a small yard downstairs, Tim and Anthony are about 15 and 18 and they have a fire going. I don’t remember what started but I said something to them about it like it was too smokey or something. While I’m laying on the bed, I see one of them toss an ember up into my room. It rolls under the bed. I reached down and grab it. I’m really pissed off at the possibility that this could’ve burned everything to a crisp. I take it and climb down the side of the building and walk back and throw it at them and say, “Next time something like this happens, I’m calling the fucking cops” and leave. I climb back up and I’m really furious now. I decide I want to call either Dean or Natalie. I look back outside and see that they’ve booby trapped the side of the house with green beer bottles like from Grolsch. I’m on the phone with whoever picks up and I’m wanting to go back into the bathroom at the back of the house to see what’s going on below and I see both of the kids without shirts on laying on the ground. Their hair is really long and they look like wild island kids.

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