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At first, it hadn't even seemed real. I booked a flight from New York City to Las Vegas, where my extended family and I drove to the burned-down house in Phoenix. The home had two large windows at the front of the door, but no windows in the bedroom. By the time we got there, you could see through the entire building, because when it was set ablaze, the house had been gauged with gasoline. We picked up what we could find, and stayed until sunset. Seeing all my dad's things from his room tossed outside on a lawn melted together was heartbreaking. My dad's body, badly burned, had to be identified by his dental records.It's hard not to wonder, What could I have done to stop this?
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