It might have something to do with the fires.
Bridge-burning is her specialty.
Wielding a flamethrower & an innocent smile, she torches all exits with an air of unconcerned oblivion.
There are those who would argue the title; Dodecahedron might be a more appropriate moniker, they’d say.
The lawyers love this line.
“It’s a question of intent,”they cry, pounding on their briefcases for emphasis. “We do not know what lies behind each of those doors!”
The judges usually remain unconvinced.
Whatever the epithet, the little trailblazer skips on, wind tunnels of smoldering flowers following in her wake.
The cases never close & the flames appear to be Gubraithian in nature.
Oh, pyromania.
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