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"Murder?" I gasped
"Well, Zach seems to think so." She said matter of factly
"Like, proper 'in the libary with the candlestick' murder?"
Rhonwen glowered disaprovingly, "Mia, really, if you are going to liken this case to some ridiculous board game I won't let you come."
"Sorry."
She turned and reached for her laptop, muttering something about murders and guesswork. She snapped the computer open, causing a pile of biscuits in varying stages of consumption to cascade onto the floor. I sighed. I'd just vacuumed yesterday.
The laptop began making the regular clicks and whirs as it started up and we waited patiently. Or I did, at least. At long last the email had loaded and I was able to see the correspondence Rhonwen had recieved from her old friend.
"Dear Rhonny,
I'm not sure how to start this message. Three days ago my great aunt, that is, my stepmother's aunt, was found dead in our guest room. As there was no reason to suspect foul play, it was announced a natural death. Aunt Lauren was an elderly lady, after all, but I couldn't help but think of how healthy she looked the night before. I spoke to her doctor about it and he also said she had seemed well. Very well, in fact, and there was no reason she should have died so quickly with no notice.
Apparantly my inquiries got the doctor thinking. He believes it was murder and has ordered a post mortem.
This is your sort of thing now, isn't it? Please come - Auntie was murdered, I'm sure of it.
Yours
Zachary"
Above were the words,
"it is indeed my sort of thing"
I was struck by how formally this boy had laid out his email. Especially to an old friend.
"So we're going to visit the lord of the manor?" I asked sarcastically, throwing in an over exaggerated curtsey for good measure.
"Exactly"
"Well, Zach seems to think so." She said matter of factly
"Like, proper 'in the libary with the candlestick' murder?"
Rhonwen glowered disaprovingly, "Mia, really, if you are going to liken this case to some ridiculous board game I won't let you come."
"Sorry."
She turned and reached for her laptop, muttering something about murders and guesswork. She snapped the computer open, causing a pile of biscuits in varying stages of consumption to cascade onto the floor. I sighed. I'd just vacuumed yesterday.
The laptop began making the regular clicks and whirs as it started up and we waited patiently. Or I did, at least. At long last the email had loaded and I was able to see the correspondence Rhonwen had recieved from her old friend.
"Dear Rhonny,
I'm not sure how to start this message. Three days ago my great aunt, that is, my stepmother's aunt, was found dead in our guest room. As there was no reason to suspect foul play, it was announced a natural death. Aunt Lauren was an elderly lady, after all, but I couldn't help but think of how healthy she looked the night before. I spoke to her doctor about it and he also said she had seemed well. Very well, in fact, and there was no reason she should have died so quickly with no notice.
Apparantly my inquiries got the doctor thinking. He believes it was murder and has ordered a post mortem.
This is your sort of thing now, isn't it? Please come - Auntie was murdered, I'm sure of it.
Yours
Zachary"
Above were the words,
"it is indeed my sort of thing"
I was struck by how formally this boy had laid out his email. Especially to an old friend.
"So we're going to visit the lord of the manor?" I asked sarcastically, throwing in an over exaggerated curtsey for good measure.
"Exactly"
Literature
Evolutie_paragraaf 58.2
In een wereld doordrenkt met verderf en terreur scharrelt onze voorouder; de Oetrus Hamsterus.
Trippelend beweegt het zich voort, op zoek naar voedsel om te consumeren. Het jaagt op de Poetus Pompeusoes; een kruising van wat wij nu als een eekhoorn en een stokstaartje beschouwen. Dit diertje heeft de eigenaardige eigenschap dat het in noodsituaties opeens kan vliegen. Zodra het diertje (ter grootte van een gemiddelde vuist) uit de noodsituatie verplaatst is verdwijnen zijn vleugeltjes als sneeuw voor de zon.
Deze eigenschap maakt de Poetus Pompeusoes tot een moeilijke prooi voor de Oetrus Hamsterus. Daardoor is de Oetrus Hamsterus ook spoed
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Intimes Tagebuch - 35 -
Intimes Tagebuch (35)
Da schreibt mir also völlig ungefragt dieser Typ, und was soll ich jetzt damit machen? Ihn blocken, logisch, aber sonst?
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Was soll ich jetzt damit anfangen? Was will mir der Knabe damit sagen? Dass im Grunde mit seinem nicht mehr so stillschweigenden Einverständnis nun alles okay ist? Dass er, obwohl er ein Höhlenmensch ist, sich nun bemüht, offener zu werden? Und wie nett von ihm, dass er nichts unterbinden will. Sicher will er aber nur weiter mitlesen, was seine Freundin schreibt und was ich so schreibe - natürlich nicht, um sich daran aufzugeilen! Aber er muss informiert sei
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GoW: Deployable Weapon Part 38
Can't Save Them All
From onboard a creature whose eight legs kept it aloft he surveyed the battleground below. He wasn't surprised to see which side had won almost losing his own life to a weapon under no one's control. Her allegiance was clear. Her ability to unblock doors bolted and sealed by the likes of a woman so consumed with power was nothing short of a miracle. No wonder Myrrah had kept them separated until she was sure Mana was just as misled as he was.
Those brown eyes were exactly as he remembered and the maturity in them now how he wished things could've been different. In a moment of clarity he wasn't sure how long would
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I am on FIRE!
*Ahem*
I mean to say - two Rhonwen uploads in two days. You lucky children.
*Ahem*
I mean to say - two Rhonwen uploads in two days. You lucky children.
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