“We’ll take care of this!” Frozen, the girls watch him dial a number. “Get me security now!” he yells into the phone.
Black eyebrows meet like two fuzzy caterpillars on his high forehead, jerking up and down as he waits on the phone. He pulls a blue, silk handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his sweaty face. “Look at this mess!” the manager yells, waving the crumpled silk at the melting sweets dripping down the counter. As he strides toward the girls, candies crunch and ooze beneath his shiny shoes.
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