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kenny said, “These cuffs hurt. Get them off.”
She held a locking carabiner attached to a chain that
ran underneath the Subaru. She clipped it onto another pair
of carabiners. a rope fed through each one, and the ends of
the ropes had been tied to the handcuffs on the boys’ ankles.
“oh my God, she’s crazy, dude.”
“lucy, please. Don’t. We’ll give you anything you want.
We won’t tell anyone.”
She smiled. “That’s really sweet of you, Matt, but this is
what i want. kind of have my heart set on it.”
She stepped over the tangle of chain and rope and
moved toward the driver’s door as the boys hollered after
her.
She left the hatch open so she could hear them. kept looking
back as she drove slowly, so slowly, along the dirt road. They
were still begging her, and occasionally yelling when they
dragged over a rock or a cactus, but she got them to the
shoulder of highway 24 with only minor injuries.
The moon was up and nearly full. She could see five miles
of the road in either direction, so perfectly empty and black,
and she wondered if the way it touched her in this moment
felt anything like how the beauty of the those mountains
she’d seen this morning touched normal people.
lucy buckled her seatbelt and glanced in the rearview
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