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Her mouth hung open as she stared at the sign, “We can make burgers, but we’re out of tomatoes and pickles, and plain French fries only. That’s it?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, turning his palms to the ceiling. “I called the main office when the truck got here, with almost nothing on it, but they said it’s out of their hands. We got what there is to be had. So,” he nodded at his favorite employee, “Give them your best smile, and do what you can.”
He turned to walk away, but she called softly, “Wait!”
“What” he stopped, slightly irritated that she needed further instruction.
“We should leave,” she replied lamely. Stepping closer to him, she lowered her voice, “It’s not safe here. There’s too many people and not enough supplies. It’s going to get dangerous.”
He blinked at her, stunned by what she suggested, “So you’re saying we…
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