TIM SEVENHUYSEN: Low Expectations

The helicopter buzzed over the city like a truck-sized mosquito.

“I can see my house!” cried little Jeremy.

“You’ll never see it again if your parents don’t pay up,” grunted one of the masked men.

“You want money?” said Jeremy. He gave them his allowance, and they let him go.

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