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Abby tried to avoid looking at the grown-ups at all costs, sitting with her back to the rest of the scenery. Yet she knew she was never going to un-see this image of her grandfather. It had been imprinted on her memory forever as she glanced around the room after she was hurled into it.
Her father seemed to be the most annoyed with the situation, she thought, judging from his muffled noises. He was furious: sounded as if he was on the verge of crying! She could hear the creaking and squeaking of the rubber bodysuit as he was trying to free himself.

The door opened again, and this time... it was her mom who entered. Pushed forward, nearly stumbling over on a pair of absurd high heels, she ended up standing next to her father as the door slammed shut again. Abby's heart sank: now there would be nobody left to call the cops! Their mother had been her last hope. She quickly turned her head back to the blank wall again. Behind her, she could hear her dad go ballistic now, roaring like a madman. And she couldn't even cover her ears, being trapped in this rubber blow up... thing! Why was this happening to them? Who were these boys? And what did they want?

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