Isn't it fun (ch4,2) EP 2

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*Previously*

"I witnessed his murder, Enid." (W)

"It's just, we all saw him this morning. Very much, like not dead..." (E)

"I know, which leads me to believe I've been losing my mind. It's not nearly as fun as I had anticipated. . . You're Nevermore's gossip queen. What's Rowan's story?" (W)

"Other than being a weird loner. . . uh- no offense." (E)

"None taken" (W)

*Now*

"Xavier Thorpe's his roommate. If you had a cell phone you could just text him and ask him. Yoko, come on! Flare on those whickers. The Poe Cup droops for no one." (E)

"What is the Poe Cup anyway?" (W)

"Only my entire reason for living right now! Part canoe race, part foot chase, no rules. Each dorm has to pick an Edgar Allan Poe short story for inspiration. You could grab a brush. Ms. Thornhill's just ordered pizza. Want to take a stab at being social?" (E)

"I do like stabbing. The social part, not so much... Besides, it would cut into my writing time." (W)

"No worries. Just as long as you're lakeside cheering us to victory on race day! . . . Or you can just glare uncomfortably, whatever works for you." (E)

*Enid makes a wink chick*

". . ." (W)

*Wednesday walks away. Leaving Enid talking to herself. *

"Yeah, okay good talk!" (E)

"Is she gone?" (Y)

"No, she's still here. That was just a spirit of hers looking exactly alike. Of course she left! Leaving me hanging once again." (E)

"Well, now that that is over with. Come and help us with this instead of bossing everyone around. You should do something too!" (Y)

"Alright, let's get this done and win the race!" (E)

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