The first scream ripped the sky. Balloons shuddered like they knew, while parents threw themselves over small, stunned bodies. Laughter died mid-note. Frosting smeared the asphalt, a grotesque echo of joy, as sirens clawed through the choking quiet. Neighbors hovered on porches, torn between rushing in or bolting from the source of the shatt… Continues…
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