“Oh, uh, hey, you're on fire there,” I said. Nonchalance probably isn’t the best approach to take when you see flames start to spread behind a person, but the guy standing next to the woman whose coat and bag had drifted too close to a candle was on top of it. He let out a sort of masculine scream, grabbed the bag and coat, threw them to the floor and beat out the flames. “Sorry,” he said. People say New Yorkers are rude and uncaring, but we’ll totally let ...
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