March, Chapter 7
My eyes bug out. Tessa screams. Kat drops her chicken MacNuggy. I gasp for breath. "Hey. What do you think your doing?" a cashier yells. I want to turn around to see this man (or woman) but I can't.
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My eyes bug out. Tessa screams. Kat drops her chicken MacNuggy. I gasp for breath. "Hey. What do you think your doing?" a cashier yells. I want to turn around to see this man (or woman) but I can't.
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