"The fire licked the edges of the building. Smashing of glass could be heard inside, and loud shouts echo through the previously loved establishment. 79's. Who knew it could turn into this place. The sound of sirens whistled a melancholy rhythm. Who TRULY knew who had caused such a ruckus? Who had caused such pain in this establishment?" Waxer concluded his narration.
Boil, who was next to him, watched with equal wondering. Then he looked to Waxer, "Blame it on Fives and Echo?"
"Blame it on Fives and Echo."
They spun on heel, walking away from the scene, whistling nonchalantly.
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