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Submitted to Contest #181
Johnny slowed his breathing. Panicking would do no good. He tried moving his hands to get a feel for what he was up against. They were both stuck. Johnny closed his eyes, more for the psychological effect as it was pitch black in here. He kept his breathing slow. A bead of sweat made it’s way down his back. Fucking Robbie. All he wanted to do was help Robbie out of a tight jam. Now he was in one himself. And where was Robbie? Probably halfway home by now. With the money. Again. The rock was cool and unyielding against Johnny’s cheek. The pai...
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