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Big Goon had taken a picture of me earlier. He seemed to text it to someone. My guess is that he needed to show proof of life. To whom though? My mom or Brandt? I worried about that for a good long while. I banged one foot on the floor. I've been sitting on this chair for hours now. My butt and legs were well and truly asleep. My wrists were chafed from the rope tied around them. The Bigger Goon had come back inside some time ago to sit back down and read his magazines. Big Goon had switched from his game to watching video shorts and laughing hysterically every so often. I had nothing to do but think. I didn't know the time, but the light from the one grungy window was weaker now. The hot Florida sun seemed to be behind the house but the thick grime of the windows, plus some trees o
