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about what we saw. I will remain in unrelenting agony until I solve the unfathomable mysteries of the universe. Can you please pass the ketchup?
It was all true, of course. After Lucy had witnessed her English teacher, Mrs Stricks, and her wife transform into monkeyflippin’ OWLS, she was left with nothing but questions. What were they? Aliens? Witches? Transdimensional shamanistic warriors? What did they want and how many of them were there?
Over the past few weeks, Lucy had been
working alone to answer these questions.
Unfortunately, Mrs Stricks had taken a sudden
sabbatical, leaving a substitute teacher in charge
of all her English classes. Neither she nor the
Other Mrs Stricks would answer the door to their
cabin, despite three straight hours of sustained
knocking. Many of the other people Lucy hoped
to investigate were inaccessible, mostly because
she didn’t know where they lived: Carlos Felina,
the handsome weatherman, Steve Kozlowski,
her father’s bandmate, and Alastair Chelon,
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