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�I�ll find something.� �When you coming back?� �I don�t know How long is the statute of limitations on kidnapping?� �Shit, I don�t know.� Kawan paused, absent-mindedly twirling his feather around the ball of Marisa�s foot. �Ay, do what you gotta do, man.� �You wanna give her a break?� said Ren, nodding his head towards the anguished feet. �You gonna give her a damn heart attack.� �Oh,� said Kawan, pulling his feather away, after which they heard an �AW GAWD!� from the bedroom. Ren laughed.

	Within two days, Ren was gone. That night, after Ren had left, Kawan decided to relieve Marisa of her misery and put her back together. While she was asleep, Kwan reconnected the boxes, opened the doors and gently lifted her out, being careful not to wake her. Despite still being shackled to the headboard, Marisa enjoyed her most comfortable sleep in weeks. Kawan woke up at four the next morning and released Marisa from the headboard. He carried her to his car and drove her to a local park, laying her on one of the benches. He tossed a blanket over her, it being a little chilly that morning, coupled with the fact that she was only wearing panties and a sparkly silver tank top. Before leaving, Kawan gently eased the blindfold from around Marisa�s head, then jogged back to his car. Marisa giggled, feeling licking at her feet. Her eyes fluttered open to a scene of a stray dog lapping at her toes. She yelped and in the midst of flailing about, fell off the bench. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn�t blindfolded anymore, and a moment after that, to realize that she was, once again, a whole human being. �OH SHIT!� she shrieked, wide-eyed and grabbing at her legs. �My legs! Yes!� She raised her arms in triumph, with only her stray dog pal to share her elation. After a well-deserved celebration, Marisa sat back on the bench to ponder her present situation. Where the hell was she? The dog resumed licking at the wiggling toes poking out from under Marisa�s blanket. The sky was lightening. It took her a few minutes to recognize the park where she�d been deposited, then realizing that a friend of hers, named Kay, lived only a couple blocks away, Marisa began walking. Marisa had to ring Kay�s doorbell about eight times before she opened the door, wearing a �Hello Kitty� nightshirt, �Marisa, what the hell are you wearing?� �It�s a long story.�

		About a year later, Kawan heard a knock at his door. Kawan was now clean-shaven and his head sprouted budding locks. He opened the door to see Marisa standing there, wearing a little T-shirt bearing the Lion of Judah, a knee-length denim skirt and tan Candies mules. Kawan was beyond shocked to see her, but it barely registered in his expression. �Hi, Plug One,� Marisa grinned. �What?� �You�re Plug One, right?� Kawan just looked at her. �I don�t know what you talking about.� Marisa smiled. �I get it.� �Do you?� �Yep. But I told you I wouldn�t tell nobody, and I didn�t.� �Tell nobody what?� Marisa paused, looking momentarily discouraged. �You know what?� she asked, finally. �What?� �You�re beautiful too.� Kawan smiled slightly and reluctantly. �What do you want?� �I want you to go out with me.� �Where?� �Baldini�s in town. I got free tickets.� �You think that would be a smart thing for me to do?� Marisa shrugged. �I don�t know. Probably not. I guess you�d have to trust me.� Kawan paused, pursing his lips. Marisa�s invitation sounded mighty suspicious, but her behavior intrigued him. He glanced down at her feet�the feet he knew intimately. One of them was out of its shoe and rubbing up and down her shin. He decided that he didn�t trust her, but he�d play along just to see what she was up to. He�d have to keep his eyes open. �Okay. Come in.� Marisa obliged. �Can I ask you something?� �Go ahead?� �How did you find me?� �The internet is an amazing invention.�

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