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MELISSA

“Nicho!” I called out, rushing downstairs.

He didn’t reply at first, but then he popped his head out of the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” He asked. I noticed he had a can of drink in his hands.

“You need to see this,” I responded, waving what I found his way,

Nicho stepped closer. He was twirling the soda can in his fingers, and a hard-to-crack look took over his face.

“This…