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Murder Mysteries Are Puzzles That Are Fun To Resolve.

I'm Not Writing Great Literature. I'm Writing Commercial Fiction For People To Enjoy The Stories And To Like The Characters.

Today He Wore A Burnt-orange Shirt, Black Pants, And A Tie That Looked Like A Street Fight At The South End Of The Color Wheel.

Im Studying Jerkoffs In The Wild," Ben Answered Dryly. "this Seemed Like A Good Chance To View One Up Close.

I Can't Believe You Jokers Fixed It." Hi Was Picking His Way Down To The Beach. "believe It, Clown. Too Much Brain Power Here To Fail." Still Pumped, Shelton Threw Another Palm Ben's Way. "oh, I'm Sure." Hi Streched, Yawned. "it Was Something Highly Technical, I Suppose? Something Requiring Mechanical Ability? Nothing As Simple As Tightening A Wire Or Flippin A Switch, Right?" Ben Reddened. Shelton Developed An Intrest In His Sneakers. Score One For Hi.