Brownie Oxford and the Barren Woods Blunder: Brownie Bk 3

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ere already in my eyes covering up the green. As strange as it felt to look at myself in the mirror and

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re talked to other people, the NCS, or National Clandestine Services, a rather shadowy branch of the CIA, sent someone calling himself Swift to recruit me

uld perform some sort of ritual to add my power to his, Swift hid me with a friend of his named Paul in a small town called Mayenfield. Admittedly, Swift didn't kn

he feeling once he found the photo, he would quickly put things together. Swift was many things, dumb wasn't one of them. When

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nd hid from Paul, Swift and the NCS. With the assistance of the dead I no longer needed the pills Dr. Harding, the doctor they routinely used

I had a new identity. He made me Bonnie Brown instead of Brownie Oxford and as he spent my entire lifetime growing

business and was accepted into the local university's fashion design program. I made friends with my neighbor

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s in my apartment when one of them decided to make me victim number fifteen. He then informed my building manager, Nicole, th

and exuded charm. The tall, blonde charmer swept Nicole off her feet. The fact that I thought of Swift as a

to dwell on

he spring semester and the media's interest was finally waning. I was certain that once the trial actually came to court interest

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the length of time between arrest and trial was not covered in my junior high civics c

to two years to make it to trial. The lawyers from both sides had to get their ducks in a row and then ther

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extended the legal paperwork exponentially. Not to mention there were fourteen victims. It didn't help that the fourteen victims were not exactly working on the side o

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the mirror. "Or do they

rous neighbors turned out to be the over achieving sort and used their assorted skills to find out a host of information about their victims prior to making them vict

ce did not have on file. I was fairly certain the police didn't have the information because they had to

started watching local coverage at night in the hopes of keeping track of Swift. Even tho

killers around, I wanted to kno

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ps, most of which centered around Big Jimmy's businesses. Speculation was rampant and before the coverage was bumped to the back burner

id, shaking off all thoughts of my nei

s noticible. The only make-up I wore came out on the few occasions where I actually managed to get a date. By contrast, Bonnie was well dressed and always put together head to toe.

e like a distant cousin to Brownie, or so I hoped. The dress was an electric blue cotton with sleeves long enough to conceal the scars on my arms and a skirt long enough to conceal the

flammable while it cooled and then left the bathroom, turning out the light behind me. In the living room I tu

g the remote to the couch. "But at least it is sunny and dry." With the amount

th strategic parking, especially while on campus. The lot I was assigned when I applied for a parking permit was in the lot furthest away from campus. I added to it by parking in the most remote space

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er large umbrella that I kept in my car as well as a smaller folding umbrella to

or the lack of running, with all the cemetery related issues going on, I hadn't gone to speak with the

ent me when he was trying to add my power to his own, a process I'm certain would have left me dead, always started in a field of red poppies. The

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I wanted to check out one of the large flea markets. Even though it was still chilly as we neared the end of January, this was the first weekend thi

once I get home, "