“You’re talkin’ ‘bout the deaths at the high school, huh?” I nodded and waited to be let in, and then I would ask to open a window. He was still studying me. “You’ve gone to the cops already, huh?” “Like… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“I’ll admit to not sleeping at all that first night, when the late night news announced her death. She should’ve gone to the police kept rotating in my head.” — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“You’re talkin’ ‘bout the deaths at the high school, huh?” I nodded and waited to be let in, and then I would ask to… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“The doorbell rang. My long lost cousin Martika came to visit me. “What’ve you been doing?” she asked. I pointed to the stereo and… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“I’ll admit to not sleeping at all that first night, when the late night news announced her death. She should’ve gone to the police… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“No need to be sarcastic,” he said. “How can you not be sarcastic in this pharmacy you call a school?” — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“Puns are the lowest form of humor,” he proclaimed the cliché proudly. “Shakespeare used puns,” I observed. “You are not Shakespeare.” I had to… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“That’s right. Ain’t no crime to have a teddy bear in your toolbox.” — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“You’re on your way to medical school, aren’t you?” I asked. “Right! And out of this punk town forever!” “It isn’t a bad punk… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“This is the second journal that we found in the box – we being Hamish and Chandral. We wished we hadn’t found it, of… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
