We can pretend there are no hostages and then there are and we don't understand how.
Early morning and the next day within a four hours. How a day can be defined in four hours.
Four hours and 37 minutes. We look at a photograph and it is 1999 and we say how did so much time pass and also that looks like it was in 1999. Remember you wore wedge heeled shoes and had a penis haircut with bleach blonde hair. I wonder if your vein pops out of your forehead when you laugh now in adulthood.
Trevor enters the room says no one can leave.
Trevor enters the room and says I'm sorry you guys but you can't go anywhere.
I learned how to fire a gun when I was 28 years old. I had no idea how hard it was to pull a trigger until then. My first automatic rifle I cocked my shoulder backwards, and then. Five pulled muscles, and then. When I lie in bed, I can't turn to one side. Before I knew anything, I knew the side of the bed you preferred over others.
Young parents.
The begging of young parents is a different kind of begging. Trevor, we have to get home. We have to go home. Will you let us go. When can we get home. Are you going to shoot us.
No, of course not, we hear Trevor say. You can't leave, though.
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