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“Save yourself and run”. Eddie Munson tells her and taking off without explanation.
When she looks at where he come from, a student mob is stampeding in her direction, and she didn’t know if there was a fire or what.
Panicked, Chrissy races after him. “Why are we running?”.
“I pulled this little prank-”
“you’re dead monsoon”, someone shouts.
“Wait, what?” Chrissy slows, confused between laughing and scowling.
“And your friend too.”
she yelps and picks up the pace, realizing too late that running with Eddie had made it seem like she was an accomplice. Not that she could clarify.
