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Fifty Five - unknown man
I didn’t and couldn’t recognize the voice, or think of who that voice could belong to.
But it for some reason sounded familiar, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
Before I had the chance to turn around, a cloth was placed over my mouth.
I started to struggle to get away, but everything around me started to get hazy.
The last thing I remember was James Greenwood’s vintage light blue car pulling up next to me.
What was happening?
I faded out of consciousness.
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