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Show Inside Out, 39 I had spent a lot of time worrying about him last year. These new little friends would meet Leslie and love her. I decided to leave before they arrived. J: Hi, Andli. I had been expecting it, but it still made my heart jump. Me: So what is it about the library, huh? Me: Why can you only talk to me here? J: I guess I can't blame you for being curious. Me: Curious? You're totally creeping me out Why shouldn't I call the police? J: I don't know. I guess thaf s a reasonable idea. J: But what are they going to do? Probably just confiscate the computer. J: And then you'd never know about me. Me: But why should I want to know about you? J: I guess I just thought you'd be curious. I would be, if I were you. I stared at the screen. It seemed like I had a choice. I could keep going along with this guy, or cut things off now. It's not like I really believed him, that he was dead. But so far he had seemed harmless enough. What if I played along for a while? If he was a criminal, maybe I'd get some evidence or something that I could use if I ever decided to tell Dad or the police. Me: Well, I am curious. Me: I'd like to know all about what if s like to be dead. Me: But first tell me why you can only talk to me here. Me: You said this was your computer. Why can't you use it at my house? |