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The cabin was hot, dreary really. She didn't like it there. It wasn't like her to suffer silently, but George liked it. There were fish nearby. There was nothing to do in this desolate and remote place! How she hated it.
I walked into the kitchen and saw my father standing in a flowery apron with a spatula in hand over a sizzling pan on the stove. I didn't understand where a 300 pound Hawaiian man found such a flower apron--one with pastel colors swirled around plumeria flowers. I walked back out without a word from him or myself.
"Quickly! Into the van!" shouted a man with greasy dark hair to his partner. The two leapt inside, banging elbows and quickly started the car. Screams could be heard from the back as the girl they just wrongfully kidnapped pounded against trunk.
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