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The noise was disgustingly organic and impossible to ignore especially in the tome-silent atmosphere of the university library. This was time I’d set aside for studying organic chemistry. Naturally I was reading a text on psychological aberrations instead (all work and no play etcetera) but even so I didn’t want distraction.
The girl was too young to be here anyway. She looked about ten years old, pudgy with straw coloured hair in pigtails. She had a band aid on her knee on which she’d drawn a piratical skull and crossbones in blue ink. And she chewed bubblegum. I watched her as she blew a hideous pink bladder of gum from her mouth, let it pop with a loud crack and then chewed it liquidly back into her mouth and masticated it into readiness again.
Ignore her, I decided. I tried to lose myself in the labyrinth of sociopathy.
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I looked again, she was grinning as she chewed. And blew. And chewed.
Nobody else seemed bothered by her. I knew why.
“Alright,” I said, “If I promise to find out who killed you, will you leave me in peace?”
“Maybe,” she said.
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