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On Tuesday afternoon we heard the helicopters hovering over the mall, which seemed peculiar. Kat and Scott, who sit closest to the windows, stood up to look up at the sky.
“Are they the police?” asked The Kid. The Kid is 19, and works in our department part time on days that he doesn’t go to college.
“Media,” said Scott. He sat back down and starting typing on his keyboard. “Oh, wow. A car drove into Lake Robbins, and they’re trying to get them it.”
( The Car In The Lake )
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On Tuesday afternoon we heard the helicopters hovering over the mall, which seemed peculiar. Kat and Scott, who sit closest to the windows, stood up to look up at the sky.
“Are they the police?” asked The Kid. The Kid is 19, and works in our department part time on days that he doesn’t go to college.
“Media,” said Scott. He sat back down and starting typing on his keyboard. “Oh, wow. A car drove into Lake Robbins, and they’re trying to get them it.”
( The Car In The Lake )
