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My house always has a furnace full of wood, crackling over the fire. My dog is running in the house, almost as if she is on fire. At night, we are sleeping. It feels warm, nice, and safe. My family is sitting at the table for food. We feel happy. I can hear the kitchen cupboards opening and closing, as the wind blows through the windows. The fire is crackling, filling the house with its sound. The floor boards are creaking, as my feet walk across with the same footsteps as always. My house is safe, always filled with laughter and joy.