73: the three girls.
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"Oh my God," I muttered, walking to the supermarket to see Maggie.
"What happened?" Elias asked as he followed me.
"I had work today," I replied. "But I missed it."
I approached Maggie, who looked mad. "You could've sent me a message."
"I can explain," I told her. "We went to the park after school, and I was not supposed to be late, but we found a little girl-"
"Enough with the Bull!" She slammed her hands on the counter. "You always find excuses, and I am sick of this. I am sick of being nice to you."
"Who are you?" Elias spoke. "Why do you act like you own this place?"
"Oh, maybe because I am the manager?" Maggie answered.
"Yeah, but you still do not own it to talk to her like that," Elias shrugged.
"She works for me," Maggie stated.
"Look a
