Janet smiled that smile she had when she knew something no one else did. She kept sweeping as if nothing was wrong when in truth, everything was wrong, especially with Janet. No matter. The fire had been set, the papers were burning. Soon the whole house would be engulfed. But until then, she continued to sweep, ensuring the falling embers didn't make a mess on the floor. After all, just because you're an arsonist doesn't mean you can't be neat about it. Maybe Frank will finally agree to go out with her now that she's about to get his attention.
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