Abrie and Riana had lived with us for three months, but that night they had left their keys at home. What does it mean?
It means nothing.
Our captors hadn’t hurried, despite my mothers pleas. Two pack up our most expensive possessions (we can hear them wrapping and taping things), while the third watches the hostages, his grey fat nosed gun trained
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*big warm hugs*
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