Dozed off and woke up to find my room filled with smoke. Went into what I can only describe as caveman panic attack mode and searched for anything in my room that was on fire or smoldering with no luck. Ran out of my room into a barely smoky hallway, grabbed the dogs and ran outside. In the front, I saw a massive plume of smoke coming from my neighbour's place. Got closer and realized that it was coming from the back, so I went to the fence, looked over, and checked to see the source and if anyone was doing about it before I banged on their door to tell em about it. They were grilling and the wind was taking the smoke right to my window. I guess that's what I get for all of the pot smoke blowing their way.
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