I woke up to a flurry of text messages asking me if I was alright. After some confusion, I finally got a phone call, and I was able to ask what the fuss was about.
“Your house burned down!” My mother shouted.
“I’m at home. Everything’s fine.”
She sent me a link to the video. It was very realistic. I would’ve believed it myself if I wasn’t standing in the center of the alleged inferno.
The doorbell rang. I found an insurance inspector on the step, ready to put in a claim. It was going to be a long day.

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