[Veronica, sipping on a homemade slushie, stops in her tracks and turns to look at—uh, okay, two guys, one of which just asked her what she was hiding. She's about to say something mysterious like I don't know, what do you think or that's none of your business but instead what comes out is:]
I covered up the murders of three of my classmates. [She pauses, her eyes growing wide in horror.] I mean—
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I covered up the murders of three of my classmates. [She pauses, her eyes growing wide in horror.] I mean—