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I choked on my burger after reading the text message. Mrs. Janowski slid into action and pounded my back. Through teary eyes and a beating from Mrs. Janowski, I jammed my phone into T's hand.
"Breathe, Mars!" She whacked again.
I held up my hand to stop her assault. "I'm fine!" I wheezed. The burger had catapulted down my throat five whacks ago.
T's brow quirked. "All better? Mrs. J., you're stronger than you look."
"I've got guns on these babies," she said, flexing her biceps. Unfortunately, there was more sagging skin than muscle. We all nodded our head as if we saw her mighty guns.
"Mars received a text message," T said, directing the conversation back to Aaron. "It's from an unknown number and it’s dated last night." He shot me an exasperated look.
"I didn't know it came in l
