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His head hurt like someone tried to hammer a nail into his brain. The black bag over his head smelled disgusting, like blood and vomit. He still had three dollars in change still in his left pocket, and there were thick metal restraints around his wrists suppressing his glow. The restraints were built into his seat’s armrests, keeping him in place.
He noticed the sounds of people speaking all around him. Accompanied by the soft sounds of a plane’s turbine outside. He struggled agains ...
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