A writer came home to find his house burned down

A writer came home to find his house burned down. His wife, who was crying and had minor burns, was standing outside.

“What happened, dear?” the man asked.

“Oh, Michael, it was awful,” she cried. “I was cooking and then the phone rang. It was your agent. I was talking and didn’t see the stove catch on fire. Suddenly, there were huge flames, and everything burned so fast. Everything is lost. I barely escaped. Poor Poppy is…”

“Hold on, wait a second,” the husband said. “My agent called?”

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