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I hate bugs and I also detested vultures when I'm the object of their fascination. But one I hated with passion was pests, because they don't seem to go away.

Given that what happened in school a few months ago made me popular albeit not in a good way.

It also garnered me the attention of an unwanted pest by name of detective Joan.

Coincidentally she was also the detective who was in charge of the case 13 years ago.

There was nothing tying me to the recent deaths, except perhaps the media assumptions and they being my own personal bully.

But for some bloody fucking reason, she made me her prime suspect.

How did I know this, she was obvious, like really obvious.

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