Boot camp by todd strasser5/26/2023 Now and then sudsy spray splashes against the windshield, and the wipers wash away dust and splattered bug carcasses. Rocks kicked up by the tires clank against the car’s underside. Except for the short stretch of dusty, reddish dirt road illuminated by the headlights, it is as black as blindness outside. The car bounces and lurches through the dark. Would you at least tell me where you’re taking me? I ask. I feel nothing but tingling from my wrists down. My hands, locked behind me for the past two hours, have gone numb. From my seat in the back of the dark car I can only see the silhouette of his shoulders and thick neck beneath the wide-brimmed hat. Harry wears a cowboy hat and speaks with a western accent. If you’re sorry, then why don’t you help me? Maybe you could loosen the handcuffs? I ask. Your parents sent you to Lake Harmony because they love you.
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