I tucked it inside my blouse and kept on going. I’d legitimately meant to pay for it, but a crazy, glowy-eyed girl trumped the ten bucks they’d get out of me for their end-of-season sale.
A gang of teens, laughing, slapping and jumping on each other, came out of a store to my left, passing between me and the slasher. By the time I fought my
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