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i_s_l_a_n_d_rp2010-01-03 03:45 pm
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Ninth Case
[ Should you walk past, by anywhere near, or (God help you) in the library itself, you are going to hear something very unusual, followed by a loud yelp of surprise ]
IT WAS A STORMY NIGHT
THE HOUSE ROCKED WITH WIND
MY TRUSTY SIDEKICK WAT SON WALKED ON IN
[ and so on, quoting this ]
... He can have his detective novels, every single one of them, I don't even want to-- shut up, you stupid book-- WHOA?!
[ all of this cacophony is followed by another yelp, and some crash and thud sounds. Follow that and you'll find a high-schooler buried in a pile of books. ]
IT WAS A STORMY NIGHT
THE HOUSE ROCKED WITH WIND
MY TRUSTY SIDEKICK WAT SON WALKED ON IN
[ and so on, quoting this ]
... He can have his detective novels, every single one of them, I don't even want to-- shut up, you stupid book-- WHOA?!
[ all of this cacophony is followed by another yelp, and some crash and thud sounds. Follow that and you'll find a high-schooler buried in a pile of books. ]