The McSpicey, Frank's Red Hot is back. It's the McSpicey, but hotter, with 100% chicken breast fillet,

melted cheese, fiery jalapinos, and the irresistible Frank's Red Hot Mayo.

Make it hot.

Available until the 17th of June, serve from 11 a.m., participating in restaurants only, subject to availability.

Hello, I'm the obituary writer of this God for Spatwick. Sir from 11 a.m., participating restaurants only. Subject to availability. Hello.

I'm the obituary writer of this godforsaken town of Crestfall, Idaho.

And this is death by dying.

This is amazing. This is amazing. It's exactly like I remember it.

It looked exactly like a childhood home. It was white with blue shutters. There were five windows, two on the first floor, two on the second, and a small circular third for the attic. Smoke billowed softly out of the chimney. Yes, a house in the middle of a forest was a

strange sight to behold. Charlotte's old house, 1600 Cherry Street, was a seemingly unexplainable anomaly.

Charlotte was entranced, lost in thought. I paced the clearing.

Remember, this might not actually be your house, Charlotte. It may just look like your house,

an illusion. We don't know what we're dealing with here.

I know it's just... You see that window up there? That's where I'm... your house. An illusion. We don't know what we're dealing with here.

I know it's just... You see that window up there? That's where I used to sit waiting for the mailman to round the corner. I would try to send my mom letters. Here! Where the front lawn would

have been, Aunt Lillian and I would run through the sprinkler on hot summer days.

I love that feeling so much.

Jumping over the sprinkler, I would insist we keep the sprinkler out even when it started getting chilly.

And there, that front door.

It's been a really long time since I've been back here.

Charlotte turned to face the house and slowly drifted towards it, taking in the high ranges and cracked wood of the porch.

She wandered up the stoop.

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