Loud noises are never welcome at 3 a.m. But on Cannon Street they are even more alarming. All of this fear is heightened by the explosion snapping me out of a nightmare involving a flaming Cadillac and my grandmother. Punctuated by the usual hissing cats and anonyomous screams my nightmare became reality.
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