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And now, onto tonight's story.

This guy Tony, this child-stealer, child-stabber, murderous madman, brought a chair. It's one of those

metal folding out chairs they use at school when there's a concert being held in the cafeteria,

and they make us all hold hands and sing songs, Mrs. Cardipolis, the music teachers been having

us practice every week for months. Except none of the boys in the class ever actually practice.

So it's a bunch of mumbling kids trying not to be heard over Mrs. Cardipolis on her piano,

and one or two girls who dream big of being the next Tiffany.

I think we're alone now. I sing quietly to calm myself. It's not the best choice of song though.

There doesn't seem to be anyone around.

Tony, the child-stabber, rips some more of the metal looking tape off his roll with white teeth

and binds my other leg to the chair. He's pulled my unicorn pajama pant leg up over my knees

for some reason, so the tape is right on my skin. It hurts to twist and try to shift with

the stuff on my legs.

What kind of tape is this? I ask him. It hurts.

It's duck tape. He says never looking up from his work. I almost forget he's probably

going to stab me to death and snort laughter.

Did you say duck tape?

Yes.

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