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Monday, February 11, 2013

325 deadtime

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the voice - it was a man's voice - came from the back of the garage . from yhe general directinb of all the junk . amy and i would havre had to turn around to see him .
i froze . amy did too .
"close that . both of yopu put your phones on the floor . kick them this way ." at that point he added - i thought  reluctantly - " i have a gun . if i have to use it to shut one of you up , i will ."
i closeed my  phone .
amy and i followed his directtions , scooting our cells behind us on the concrete . i could hetr him collect the two ohones , it sounded as though he turned them both off before he dropped them into the same pocket . they clacked together .
"now your kewys ."
we skidded our rings of keys toward him . they clinked as he lifted them , clattered as he examined them . he said ." girly ?that old honda is yours ?"
"yes." amy said .
"you. the rental car , what kind is it >" i said ." a camyry , it's on the street ."
"we're going to leave ," he said ." all  of us ." he tossed some keys to the flooor of the garage .
leave ? i don't think so . i wasn't planing to go anywhere .
i couldn't guess who the  man was . i could tell from a quick glance amy's face that she didn't know who he was either .

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