I tug on Olive’s sleeve. “Let’s hurry and get out of here.” Too slow. On the next step, water blasts me in the face, squirting into my eyes and temporarily blinding me. Olive’s squeal tells me someone hit her too. A gust of wind slams into our backs, and we both stumble. Our plates fly off our trays and shatter on the floor. A second, stronger gust hits Olive, pushing her to her knees. I crouch beside her and grab her hand. Blood drips from where a glass shard pierced her palm. “Are you okay?” She yanks her hand away. “I’m fine.” Her wobbling chin belies her words, and my hands curl into
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