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Smoked Out

Cries of a baby broke into the quietness of the night sending chills to heart of its mother who rolled over and covered her ears with a pillow.

It was 2am. What could the baby possibly need she thought as sleep drifted once more into dreamland.

The baby let out another yell, this time more violent than the first. The noisy generator continued to use up what is left of its fuel.

4am. Mother and son had stopped breathing, never to see another day as the air in the room gradually eased its carbon monoxide into their nostrils.


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