Karen

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"Ma nail!" Teresa yelped

"Oh shut up! Get back to work!" Tyrone demanded

"It fell off in the nuggets!"

"Just throw 'em out!"

"I would but-"

"I already gave a twenty piece outta the winda." Usnavi said slowly.

SLAM! Stomp stomp stomp! A small round woman walked in through the door. She ripped off her large round glasses, uncovering an angry stare. She stuffed them into a jumbo leather purse, and ran her hand through her short dirty-blonde hair.

"Karen.", Usnavi whispered,"I'll handle this."

He walked up to the enraged woman, and asked her for her order.

"Um, no! I'm here to complain! I need to speak to your manager!"

"Yes ma'am, that's me."

No one could tell what she was saying until-

"YOU PEOPLE! YOU PEOPLE AND YOUR NAILS! YOU POOR MCDONALDS PEOPLE!"

Raquel didn't want to know what was going to happen. She had five minutes left of her shift, but she didn't care. The door was so close, and so was the end of that day. She left.

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