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“Girl, turn on the TV. Channel 4, now.”
“Mia, what..?”
You DO NOT want to miss this.”
I grabbed the remote and flipped it on.
And there it was.
The restaurant — their fancy oceanfront venue — was on fire.
Not metaphorically. Literally on fire.
I stared at the screen. Guests in tuxedos and sequin gowns running out, covering their mouths.
Smoke was pouring from the top floor. Firefighters were rushing in. The evening sky behind them glowed orange.
The reporter’s voice was loud over the sirens.
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