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... of Jason’s apartment. He and Franklin were already up, sprawled across the worn-out couch, shoveling down a breakfast of greasy bacon, runny fried eggs, and lukewarm milk. The TV blared in front of them, its flickering screen the only source of life in the otherwise dead-quiet room. They were glued to the morning news, hungry for details about last night’s chaos.
On the screen, the news anchor was practically foaming at the mouth with excitement, his voice dripping with self-righteous fe ...
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