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Chapter 13

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CHAPTER 13

As discussed, we spend the next several weeks stalking Christy Lee Spinner like a zombie stalking a group of addled college students.

For the most part, her days are fairly routine. The only thing that separates her school-time actions from the rest of the class is that, as class president, she spends more time in the principal’s office for meetings than a straight-A student would normally be expected to.

Every day, after school, she goes to cheerleading practice, after which Johnny walks her home. As both her parents work, the couple then has a few hours alone with Christy’s younger sister, Sally. I would like to believe they actually act responsibly and watch over Sally as opposed to fooling around, but they’re fucking teenagers so my hopes aren’t high in that regard. Johnny is always careful to be gone from the house by 5:15, when Mr. and Mrs. Spinner usually return home from work. His eagerness to disappear only furthers my suspicion that he and Christy get up to more
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