🔎 "no clue...": Clue stage play reader insert

🔎 "no clue...": Clue stage play reader insert

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"Dear Mx ___ we have been delighted to invite you to a meeting at Boddy Manor, we advise you come at 7:30 pm sharp because a certain--Mr. Boddy--has offered to bring an end to a long-standing, confidential and painful financial liability" that was the letter that you found slipped under your door how could you have known a simple little visit would turn into a murder mystery? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (This is based on the stage/play adaptation of clue so I will be using the script for dialogue of the characters, you don't have to watch the play to read this) (Also implied that reader's color is orange, but you can choose name)
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