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Ricky Watson, Pseudo-Noir From A Hormone-addled Fourteen Year Old

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I first incepted then wrote, deleted, revised, and rewrote "Ricky Watson" four years ago as a second-year high schooler who thought she knew all about mystery after reading a few pages of Sherlock Holmes and watching the series. After years of treating it as an afterthought, I've decided to finally publish this draft as maybe a springboard for future ideas to come, as well as a slightly cringy look at the past.

I've decided to publish this draft unedited from how it was originally written, considering the little sentimental value "Ricky" has to me. If I were to revive it, I might write it as a completely different story.All Rights Reserved

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