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Cryptic Tales

“So, what was this poem your Aunt Esme used to tell you?”

“It wasn’t really a poem. What she told me didn’t rhyme honestly. The whole thing was more than a series of vague directions. I mean, like hints in a crossword puzzle or a treasure hunt.” Evan said. “Gemma hated anything like that. She always preferred things and people that didn’t make her search for the answers. I suspect she would get bored too easily, and that annoyed her more.”

“Yeah, I know if I wanted to annoy her in scho

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