“Potatoes? Throwing potatoes? That’s your idea?” Joe almost laughed but couldn’t .We can’t even reach them!” Joe shifted, twisted in the rough old ropes as they prickled his neck. The wires used to pinch his wrists together were eating into his skin. His friend Mike started to have glassy eyes and was unresponsive as the continuing fright of the situation was drifting through his mind. Still, a runner might be coming down the road, and discover them, Joe felt he had to keep up hope. He tried to wiggle his way up closer to the bank of the highway but it was too painful to keep it up. Mike finally flopped over, probably losing consciousness. Joe didn’t give up and kept moving.
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Wordle 761
The Bag Lady 