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Oh..........there you are, Keith (I may call you that?). I didn't see you at first. Come closer to the screen ..... no, closer and don't let anyone read over your shoulder.
There were underhand things going on at HTHS..... Blackmail..... The filthy word is out. We may have to change some names here, to protect the guilty.
Late last night I received an anonymous email, with no name. It was a reaction to my comments about Susan Fletcher being unperturbed at reading on the stage. The copper blood in me leads me to believe that it is either from Susan Fletcher or I've let a deadly virus (the Raven) into my computer. Here is what the message said:

Unperturbed my foot!!!!! (or other part of the anatomy!!) Must have been a better actress than I gave myself credit for! I was just frightened to death that CCB would carry out his threat to tell my parents that he'd seen me walking through the Coppice holding hands with A BOY!!

Blackmail. There's no other word. I leave it in your hands.  I seem to remember that you told me Susan was in Chicago. Perhaps someone should let her know that the Head has changed at HTHS and that she can come out of the Lincoln Park jungle and return to her loved ones.
I'll just try to place a "nevermore" and then I'll be off on my hoover.
This really should not be allowed to happen, not nevermore.

Regards,
You Know Who

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Well well well, the apple certainly doesnít fall far from the tree!

I should have known better than to entrust my deepest darkest secrets to a policemanís daughter!! Now the
whole wide world knows what I got up to on my way home from school!

Wouldnít mind betting that she was the perfect prefect who reported me to Minnie for taking my beret off on my way home!! And I always thought she was such a cool kid Ö..

Thank goodness I have the Chicago FAMILY  to protect me now Ö..

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Dear Ms Corleone,
Your trial period of using the  HTHS Reunion site is now at an end.
To continue you must register for membership with the Webmaster and pay the full amount.
Take advantage of our special offer which is one 'Brief Life' submission.
However I must point out that membership is not transferable and Brian must also pay if he wishes to continue enjoying this extremely witty, intelligent and informative site.
Failure to pay by the due date (now) will result in further revelations by that Francophile snitch Mme Clouseau.
The clock is ticking.....

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Dear Keith

Pretty neat. I can do without the unveiled threats from the Mob on top of everything else.

As I said to Nigel  .......


Well I seem to have a minute to give you - that's not exactly true as I  haven't had a minute for anything else for the last week, since I found you; I'm dirty, unwashed, dressed in a slovenly nightshirt, the last of my rollers is dangling down my back and if I smoked, there would be one burning the side of my computer; the dogs are tearing each other to pieces over a forgotten scrap and the cats have already moved out - they have probably jumped into the sea at St Malo and are doggy paddling (pussy footing?) it back to Brazil.

Susan was such a model girl at school, or so she seemed but she must have been playing her cards close to her chest. Fancy taking your beret off, walking home!  I didn't even go the same way as her.

Thank you for your protection but who the hell do you think you are calling me a "snitch"?

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Dear Mme Montini,
Never mind you whingeing about having no time since you discovered my addictive, brilliant etc site.
Since you put the idea of Odds and Ends in my head and I started it off with Merry Quips Iíve never left the bloody desk.
Iíve never eaten so many Kentuckyís and McDonalds in my life and as for toilet breaks I wish someone would slop me out now and again. My office is starting to resemble a dirty protest.
My eyes are now propped open with match sticks and are red raw.
Do me a favour and be a little mediocre next piece and stop the bloody avalanche of contributions coming in.
Oh no!! - another bloody email has just arrived.
Going down.....

PS Who do I think I am???
GOD of course............ and I have the POWER.
My finger is hovering over the delete button RIGHT NOW so letís have plenty of those kissy endings like you do with that limp wristed drama queen OK???

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My dear Keith

I wish you wouldn't do that messing-around-with-the-site thing in the middle of the afternoon. Don't you know that 3pm is peak viewing time for pensioners. They go to bed early. Why can't it be done at 3am? That would suit everyone.


As for Susan and Brian not sending their 'ographies, and coming in out of the cold (and wind), I can only summise that there is something fishy about them.........

Hugs and Kisses (might as well go the whole hog, grunt grunt)

Merry

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