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adriana_banka December 10 2007, 19:53:16 UTC
It is really, really amazing how quickly word spreads in a small town like this. There was another message from the thief, this time on the side of Mr. Greene's garage. It said that if we all tell our secrets in the newspaper, the thief will be caught, and we'll get our stuff back ( ... )

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ulva_xiansen December 10 2007, 20:33:58 UTC
Research. Research for research ( ... )

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jared_caldwin December 10 2007, 22:10:46 UTC
No one in their right minds would spill their secrets to a newspaper that the whole town reads. No one ( ... )

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helena_baxtor December 10 2007, 22:33:33 UTC
He’s following me. I know it. I’ve seen him. He was at the dance; he’s there after school. He wants me to talk to him, but I have nothing to say. I know he just wants to see that I’m okay.

I am. Okay, that is.

The play opens this week; everyone is a bundle of excitement. I can tell that Aspen is upset over her best friend leaving; I hope she can channel that sadness into her performance.

Everything seems to be going well, all the lines are pretty much done, the sets and costumes are finally a reality and our little preview at the lighting ceremony should bring in the audience. I’m so proud of the hard work that has been put into the show.

Everything is leading up to opening night. Until then I continue to be followed…

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lyndon_greene December 10 2007, 23:13:08 UTC
After the police leave, I get out the camera, my reasoning the same as it was with the message on O'Malley's - I would rather sit indoors to study the pictures. If I need it, I know where to look. Barty didn't even ask about the security footage. I can't really say I'm surprised. I haven't looked at it yet, myself, waiting until I can find someone I trust to watch it with me for the first time.

What does the new message mean, anyway? I don't really have secrets. The lemon and the M9 might count, but they're new, since the thefts. Other than that, there's only Becky . . . the fire, the high school kid . . . but that's her secret, not mine, and anybody who can read the Denver Post archives can figure out the whole thing ( ... )

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