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“There was not enough time and the Odrichans did not. This is frustrating; I’m too far apart from where I need to be.”
“Mrs. Baton isn’t home right now. You can move in. As long as you hide in my room, she shouldn’t find out.”
“I don’t want to create inconvience for you.”
“The sooner we catch Thestern the better off the neighborhood will be, right?” Cyndia stood up with her best smile. “What do you need me to carry?”
She ended up carrying the laptop thingy that Murdock called a vidplayer and the flying camera Robert. It didn’t take very long to set both up in her bedroom. She pulled out the books she had checked out for the Jack the Ripper paper while Murdock gazed at her bedroom.
“It is aestetically pleasing.” He finally said. “But this doesn’t match.” A tentacle touched the scuffed-up black trunk at the end of the frilly pink bed.
“That’s the only thing that’s mine.” Cyndia looked up from True Crime: Serial Killers. “This is Mrs. Baton’s house, bedroom, and decorations. She’s paid by the government to look after me since my parents are dead. She’s the fourth person to have the job, and probably won’t be the last. So if I run across something I like and it can’t fit into that trunk, I don’t need to own it.”
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