Five Card Story: Kidnapped

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I knew we were close to the end because . . . the sign told me so. We came to a cornfield. This would surely be my final resting place. They had drugged me on the boat and dragged me halfway across the country in the truck of their old Buick. All I could think about was that my poor dog Hank hadn't been fed all day and was probably on the floor in pain from hunger. I would have to depend on my gay, drunk neighbor to hear Hanks moans of desperation.

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<hr /><h2><a href="http://5card.cogdogblog.com/show.php?id=28842">Five Card Story: Kidnapped </a></h2>a <a href="http://5card.cogdogblog.com/show.php?suit=5card">Five Card Flickr</a> story created by Jason
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I knew we were close to the end because . . . the sign told me so. We came to a cornfield. This would surely be my final resting place. They had drugged me on the boat and dragged me halfway across the country in the truck of their old Buick. All I could think about was that my poor dog Hank hadn't been fed all day and was probably on the floor in pain from hunger. I would have to depend on my gay, drunk neighbor to hear Hanks moans of desperation.
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