I’m not the first person to blame the building collapse on a fire, but it’s one that’s still fresh in my mind.
I was sitting at my computer when I first heard about the collapse of a building on the Upper East Side.
It had been a long day at work and I had been working all day, and I was just finishing up a project.
The building had been put up as a garage, and it was supposed to be ready for the winter, but that never happened.
The building was one of many that had collapsed in New York City in the past two weeks.
That night, a fire started in a vacant building in the West Village, a blaze that forced some businesses to close, including my own.
When the fire was brought under control, firefighters had to be evacuated from the area.
A lot of people had left their homes and were now stuck in the debris, but there were a lot of businesses left open.
As the fire grew into a blaze, many of the businesses that had been left open were left without power, and some businesses were even closed, and that’s when things really took a turn for the worst.
There was a huge explosion of smoke and debris from the building, and there was a lot in the area, and the fire chief said that there was no way to get to all of that.
This was my first time seeing a building collapse.
The collapse happened on a weekday, so I had already been up for two days.
My job was to keep my computer open, and so I didn’t get up and leave my computer.
I was going to sit on the couch, and when I got up, I had to go outside.
I remember thinking, I’m going to have to go down, because I didn.
What I saw was just so devastating, I was so scared.
Firefighters tried to pull me from the fire, and they couldn’t do anything, and then I realized that I had no choice but to stay and help.
I went down to the street and I called 911, and people told me that the building was already being demolished, and this was going on in the street.
Everyone was saying that the fire had already started, but this was happening in the middle of the day.
And I just felt so helpless.
Then, the fire department came and put me on the phone with the fire commissioner.
He was just as devastated as I was, but he said, “You’re not alone.
I’m here to help you.
We can do something.”
I didn the same thing, and in the next few minutes, I went to the other side of the street, and everyone was going down the same street, because it was too dangerous to go on the street without someone there to tell me what was going wrong.
Eventually, the people in the neighborhood started coming out of their homes, and one of them asked me what had happened.
And then I told him what had been happening, and he told me, “I saw that you were there, so you were right.”
He said, I don’t want to get involved in anything, but you are my first line of defense.
I don- I can’t take this anymore.
At this point, the police were still trying to put out the fire.
I had never seen a building like this, so it was really scary, and after a few hours, the cops came and took me into custody.
When I was taken away, I started to cry, because they were really caring and caring and trying to help.
In the days that followed, I began to see the building that I was supposed “to” be working on.
The first thing that I saw in my neighborhood was the wreckage of the building.
The roof had collapsed, and fire fighters were still fighting the fire inside.
But after a couple of hours, I realized, this is what’s going to happen.
They are going to demolish the building to make room for another building.
And that’s what they were doing.
All of a sudden, I found myself in the basement of my building, which is just one floor down from the other building that was destroyed.
The basement is not that big, so there were no other buildings in that building that were going to be destroyed.
I felt like I had lost everything, and my only hope was to get out of there as soon as possible.
During the night, I tried to get into my building and get away, but the firefighters were keeping me there.
I heard people screaming and shouting, and you could hear the sound of firecrackers going off in the distance.
By the time I was finally able to get away from my building with my laptop, there was literally a fire hose sticking out of my door, and from that point on, I didn, you know, stay there.