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This informal, unspoken conversation is killing me. "What?" I finally blurt out after several seconds of awkward silence.
"Did you not hear what happened this morning at the Burger King up the street?" She stares at me like I should've known what'd she'd say already. Don't assume things, Jannat. Assuming gets you life in prison.
"Does it look like I know what happened at Burger King this morning? I was on my way there earlier but I changed my mind. Why? What happened?" Crap. If the news about the cheese spread around—
"They were robbed! Some guy came in, wearing some dark, creeper clothes and after they messed up his order he went ballistic and started pointing his gun at people and demanding money from the cashier." She explained to me pretending she was shooting a finger gun, her eyes enlarging even more—if possible—as if it was her first time hearing it, too.
"Oh my gosh, is everyone okay? I know that's where most of the junior class hangs out before school starts. Was someone shot? Or someone hurt? Oh my goodness, did someone die? No, I don't know them, do I? I hope—"
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