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When I first moved into the apartment building, I had a love/hate relationship with the fire escape. The love came from the fact yellow was my favorite color (dumb, I know) and that I was also terrified of fires so I was happy there was a way for me to escape. I hated the fire escape because I was not fond of heights. Something about the yellow tunnel scared the living daylights out of me. When my neighbor’s cooking caught the building on fire, I hadn’t known my biggest danger would be the fact I couldn’t get my window open.
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