| 摘 要： | I leaned on the empty table and waited,surrounded by decay-ing brick walls and a locked steel door.The sun shone through holesin the ceiling,and I took it in—it'd been days since I'd seen it—passing the time in recollection.“Cooperate,”my lawyer had advised in a hissing,tinny voiceover the telephone.“No problem—I'll do anything to get out of here,”I replied.“They're sending an American,rightI don't trust these Ecuadore-ans.Nothing I say matters unless I grease their palms too.”He chucked through the static,saying in the humorless voice of
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