“What’s killed your mood?” he asked. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said, feigning ignorance. If I confessed the last twenty minutes, he’d rightfully throw my ass into a dumpster. “Your face, it’s all mopey and shit.” He stuck a finger in my face and waved it around. “I know clowns here aren’t all smiles and kittens, but that energetic start you had earlier has fizzled. Why?” “Are you gonna get mad if I tell you?” “Depends.” “Fine. That girl from earlier,” I started. “I saw her again. When I jump-scared their group, the guy she was with pushed her to the ground.” I scratched my head, not
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