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and people are just running around chaos a few people who could reach their cars got in their cars but then before anyone could really leave we could hear sirens i'm assuming someone at the party or maybe a neighbor or someone heard this and called i can't make it back to my car a five minute walk away and out this road that's a single lane dirt road for a few miles and we're all drunk

So Danny and I, we grab hands, just run away from the road, away from the fire, down this hill until we reach like a marshy area and we can't keep running.

We just hunker down under a pine tree, kind of like in the bushes.

We can still sort of see and hear what's going on on the road, but we're like out of view.

Yeah, yeah.

Of course, we all hear sirens and none of us were like, hey, let's do something about this fire.

We're just running away, trying not to get in trouble because now we're 18 and that felt scary.

And all of a sudden we're legal adults.

So we're just trying to hide and everyone else just sort of dispersed.

Like people who had gotten in their cars just drove further off into the woods to avoid the whole situation.

The firefighters arrive fairly quickly.

They start doing their stuff.

And late June in Montana, it's still like in the 40s at night.

And I was in my early 2000s, couple layered tank tops, some skinny jeans, ready to just be hanging out by a fire and then go home.

So after a while, Danny and I are sitting there.

We're both like full body convulsing.

We're so cold.

So we end up we're facing each other and I'm like straddling him so that we can get really close together and just hold on for dear life.

Like his chin and head are like on my shoulder and vice versa.

And we're just like that for hours.