January 14 Writing

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Mysteries of Lawndale: Esteem of the Investigator
“Ah.”


Later that night, Daria went over to Jane’s again. First they watched Sick Sad World.

“U.F.O. conventions, once sneered at as the domain of so-called "kooks," have become big, big business, drawing hundreds of thousands of people each year, people as sane and rational as you and I, who come simply to satisfy a normal curiosity.”

“Hi! I'm Artie.”

“Artie, hello. Tell me, what brought you here, Artie.”

“It was a cone-shaped craft about 15 feet long, with an air speed of, oh, I'd estimate mach 12. They kidnapped and stripped me, examined me briefly, returned my clothes, and dropped me here.”

“You know, that guy is from Lawndale. He works for various Pizza places,” Jane said.

“Interesting, but before we investigate the town and it’s crazier inhabitants we need to get out of that self esteem class,” Daria said.

“Sure,” Jane said.

“You know all the answers to the questions on the release test, right?”

“I've got them in my notebook.”

“So, we can take the test tomorrow,” Daria said.

“And then spend my afternoons solving mysteries,” Jane said enthusiastically.

‘She is a little enthusiastic. She could be hiding something. But what? I already know that her parents are hardly here,’ Daria thought. She had already had similar thoughts since the previous day, but had decided to wait until she knew Jane better before prying. She had no close friends and didn’t want to lose the opportunity.

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