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Hi!! this is episode 4 Demi’s POV. New teacher, I love this, I’m not mean, I’m not whore either, but I like to have fun. I didn’t want to go to the bathroom, if you know what I mean, I hope he doesn’t want anything with me, not like Mr. Hale, he was obessesed, like, are you kidding me I would never NEVER have something with a teacher, and this is not a soap opera where I end up doing what I said I wasn’t going to do. Anyways, as I was walking to the bathroom I saw Trace standing at the hallway’s door. Weird. So I went straight to him, and kissed him on the cheek and hugged him. “Hi, Trace, what are you doing here?” “Uh, I… wanted to see you” he says a he flashes a smile at me. “Oh, so you’re seeing me ” I smiled back. So, remember when Miley and Selena were planning my B-day surprise which turned out to be the best ever. Oh my god that Stripper. But well that’s not the point, I went on a date with Trace and we made out, I really don’t know why we did that I don’t even lke him, well I like him a little, but not as much to be his girlfriend and as I said he’s a drug addict and he wont stop it, I know it. So I told him that. I hope he’s not here to ask that again. “Well, Demi, I, I… I wanted to ask you something” Oh, no, here it comes… “No, Trace I told you I do not want to be your girlfriend I’m sorry I like you but…” “But what Dems?, c’mon, we can be a great couple, plus I’m older, you’ve always liked older guys right?” “Well, yeah but I already told you why Trace …
New York Times-bestselling author Lisa Lutz conspires with-or should we say against?-coauthor David Hayward to write an original and hilarious tag-team crime novel. Meet Paul and Lacey Hansen: orphaned, pot-growing twentysomething siblings eking out a living in rural Northern California. When a headless corpse appears on their property, they can’t exactly dial 911, so they move the body and wait for the police to find it. Instead, the corpse reappears, a few days riper . . . and an amateur sleuth is born. Make that two. When collaborators Lutz and Hayward (former romantic partners) start to disagree about how the story should unfold, the body count rises, victims and suspects alike develop surprising characteristics (meet Brandy Chester, the stripper with the Mensa IQ), and sibling rivalry reaches homicidal intensity. Think Adaptation crossed with Weeds. Will the authors solve the mystery without killing each other first?