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The boys who bound and held one of their own at the roadside, for reasons unknown is a thrilling story and can be classified under [TBA]

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Deep in the fields you come across a group of young men clearing weeds and sod from a roadside plot. Pitchforks flying, weeds dying—you almost don’t notice the dark lump beside them is a dozing boy, lying smack dab in the middle of their work.
LOOK CLOSER
There’s an odd frenzy to the way these boys are ripping the sod apart. When they notice you approaching, they jog over and stand silently between you and their sleeping comrade.
WHAT'S GOING ON?
The youths share nervous looks. The oldest steps forward. “G-g-get going,” he blurts, leveling his pitchfork at your gut. His hands are shaking. He seems serious.
IS YOUR FRIEND OKAY? OKAY! OKAY!
You hurry off - but the boys don’t check to see if you've really left. From the top of the next rise, you watch them lift the motionless boy and carry him farther back into the field. It is only when they move him that you realize his wrists and ankles have been bound.
MOVE ON
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