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"I don't know how to feel..." "...emotions just aren't a part of me that I'm typically..." " proud of..." "It's not that I don't feel, it's that when I do, I turn..." "...into a complete lunatic!..." "...i want to know why! I want to know why I don't have any sort of empathy for others!" ---------------------------------- My name is Marnie Wright, I'm twenty-four. My Aunt Cheryl was a detective, but a freak accident caused her to lose her life at the tender age thirty-five; unmarried and with no children. Since my dad was a sperm donor and my mother is too old to work, my aunt left her unsolved mysteries to me. After all, I was studying to be a detective to continue the family business: "Wright Detective Agency". She'd already left me a box full of her unsolved cases for when she retired or I earned my Private Investigation license. Which ever came first. One night, as I was reading through the envelopes and out-dated cassette tapes, I found a folded note... I wonder if...
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