We gotta get back on track. “We have to go,” I say. “This is a done deal.” “Go where? There’s no place to go.” “Home, Campbell. You can go home. Look, we saw what’s out there. Helicopters, looters, this has turned into the Wild West. Won’t be much longer before they start lockin’ down the streets, and then we’ll be trapped. We could get arrested. Or shot. We running out of luck, for real.” I pause, hoping my little pep talk is enough to get her going. This right here is about getting out. “I can’t abandon my dad’s store.” “Abandon what? Look around you, fool. There ain’t nothin’ here left to
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