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2024-10-29 19:42:56Annie flings the door open, interrupting our conversation as Amanda and I jerk at our doors where we're standing.
“Ah-ah. What is it? Why are you running like someone they're pursuing?” I ask, peering through the door as she bends over, panting.
“Diamond... Dead body... Road... Side.”
“Eh? What are you saying?” I ask.
Amanda hurries down to the kitchen and returns with a glass of water she gives Annie. Annie moves Amanda's hand aside and straightens, her eyes glistening with tears.
It then clicks in my head when I try to piece her words together. “Diamond is dead?!”
She nods.
Time stops. My heart plummets.
Diamond is dead. Diamond is dead. No, it's not true. Diamond isn't dead.
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