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The paddle boat and the late night mystery Pt.3

He placed the oars in the water and we slowly started to move away from the dock. I swallowed hard.
What seemed like an eternity later he cleared his throat, my meditations were disrupted and I looked up at him, startled.
He looked back at me and, for the first time, smiled.
“Where are you taking me?” I said.
No answer.
“I said where are you taking me!” I yelled.
He jumped up and put his hand over my mouth.
“Shut up! Do you want to get us both killed?”

My forehead was wrinkled in a most confused manner. What did he mean by that?

The sound of the water trickling past the oars echoed in the trees. I heard a bird russle through the bushes and fly accross the water. It startled me. Where were we going?
“How can I save us?” I asked.
“I’m saving you,” He said.
I stared into his eyes, he seemed sincere.
“Why these ropes?”
“Would you have come with me, without them?”
He had a point.

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