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This is all that's been on Facebook today. I can smell smoke outside. I know there's no way it's coming all the way from San Bruno, but it's strange that today of all days, I smell smoke outside even though none is visible. It's like my heart goes out to them so much that I'm there in spirit (and smell).
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