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Tw - Talks about death

Tw - Talks about death

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I missed you too, JJ.

I missed you, a lot more, Max.

NANCY AND ROBIN RAN down the stairs, taking the attention off Jayden, thankfully

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NANCY AND ROBIN RAN down the stairs, taking the attention off Jayden, thankfully.

"Okay, so," Nancy excitedly looked over at Robin.
"We have a plan."

The two girls took seats "Thanks to Nancy's newspaper minions, we are now rock-star psychology students at the University of Notre Dame." She explained

Nancy proudly nodded, "I'm now Ruth." She introduced before turning to Robin.

"And I'm Rose."

Steve cocked his head at Nancy's words. "Ruth?" Nancy smiled and gave a small head tilt in response.

Dustin took one of the files off the table and skimmed through it, "nice GPA." He complimented the Wheeler.

She turned to him, "thanks." She said before turning back to Steve. "So we called Pennhurst Asylum, told them we'd like to speak with Victor Creel for a thesis we're co-writing on paranoid schizophrenics"

"To which they said no." Robin finished for her.

Nancy shrugged awkwardly before continuing, "but we landed at three o'clock with the director." Nancy said as Steve reached over and took the fake student files from Dustin. "Now all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor." Robin smiled.

"Then maybe we can rid Max of this curse." Nancy cast a glance at the girl who sat in the back of the basement.

"Yeah, um, about that."  Steve sucked in a breath as Nancy turned to him. "We've been doing our Victor Creel homework, and, uh... we got some questions." He looked between the two older girls.

The Sinclair boy nodded. "Lots of questions." He said.

"So do we. Hopefully, Victor had the answers." Nancy slapped her palms together, standing.

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