A cozy middle-grade mystery
I slumped down on the hall bench and banged my forehead against one of the boxes I was holding. It was so unfair! The math grade, the move -- everything! Why couldn't we have just stayed in Texas? This time, there wasn't even the prospect of moving some place decent again in a year or two either. This time, I was stuck. Forever. In population you've-got-to-be-kidding-me Pumpkin Falls, New Hampshire. ...
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Published on January 29, 2015 20:04