I'm Keith," He Said, "and

Stuart Must Have Sensed My Despair From The Way I Began Lightly Banging My Forehead On The Table.

The Locker At The End Of Her Bed Had No Lock, And One Of The Hinges Was Busted. She Opened It Up. There Was A Thing In It. The Thing Might Have Been A Sandwich At Some Point, Or An Animal, Or A Human Hand...but What It Was Now Was Fuzzy And Putrid. A Minute Later, Ginny Was Down The Stairs, Out The Door, And Gone.

I Read Two Mysteries A Day When I Was A Kid. All Of Agatha Christie, All Of 'sherlock Holmes.' I've Seen Every Single British Detective Show Ever Made.

Some Nutter's Gone And Pulled A Jack The Ripper.

Go See Old Virgins! Now Ask A Strange Boy Out, You Shy, Retarded Thing!