Answer:
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Step-by-step explanation:
I began to panic, wondering what was wrong. Did someone drop a cigarette on some tissue boxes? Was bread left in the bakery oven for too long? Before I had time to contemplate what was wrong, I was overtaken by a swarm of terrified shoppers. Screams rang in my ears as we moved as one to the exit, panicking even as a calm voice over the loudspeaker told us to exit quietly and orderly. I held the one thing I had, a bag of Mrs. Baird's donuts, to my chest, determined not to let them go. I'd pay for them later, but at the moment, the cash register was far from my mind. We spilled out into the parking lot, mother's shrieking in fear and babies crying. A fire truck pulled up to the scene as flames began shooting out of the building, schorching me with their heat. I backpedaled, unable to look away as the supermarket slowly burned to the ground.