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I WAS SO LOST IN MY HEAD THAT I DIDN’T NOTICE THE CAR trailing along behindit But the sky was bleak and whispery with snow, the roads nearly e tumor

I slowed at a crosswalk The car slowed, too When I ducked through an alley and out onto a different road, the car was there moments later Finally, I stopped at a corner, my hat in my hands, and I waited

It pulled up to the curb The backrolled down

"Mr Watson," the voice said "Do you need a ride?"

The click of a gun cocking It wasn’t a suggestion I got in

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THE BLACK CAR DIDN’T TAKE ME TO A CELL, OR A WAREHOUSE, or a secluded field with a pre-dug grave I wouldn’t have known to be afraid if it had, because I couldn’t see where ere going When I clirabbed and blindfolded, my hands tied hat felt like a zip tie All I’d seen before I was bound was aover his head

What the hell was going on?

"Ja-in, I’d like you to know This is not my voice I’ve e fed his lines"

I strained ers on a screen across fro there, writing his words on a tablet I kicked asp of pain A shuffle The safety being switched off on a gun Maybe he wasn’t typing on a tablet, after all But I wasn’t given tiainst the door, and after a scuffle, they boundyou, idiot child," the voice said "Stop flailing about"

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