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And then I knew. I could feel it. It was the way they took off. I had been taken. I threw the package like a bag of dog food into the back seat, not being careful that it was suppose to be a delicate electronic instrument. I didn't open it. I sat there in the shadowed corner of the lot, and finished my Mac and fries feeling a little sick. I'd been taken. I had not
anticipated the routine - the pressure - the quick think. I drove home and brought the package into the house, in front of my family and threw it onto my bed.
"What is that, what is that a new VCR?" "Where did you get it?"
I confessed. "I bought it down on Bayshore at McDonalds. But I think I got took."
"Aren't you going to open it?"
"I told you - I got took."
"How do you know?"
"I know - that's all".
"Common open it, open it."
"Al-right I'll open it."
And whataya know, sure enough, it was
a cardboard box with real factory VCR wrapping, and inside was a bunch of two by fours glued or nailed together.
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