see how the girl miss dick play with sextoy

Probably because I was already circling the truth, so he gave you guys a new challenge.

To commit the perfect ****** against me and be awarded the contract.

So, the million dollar question is...

Who was going to kill Jughead and him?

So which one of you heartless bastards killed me?

I don't know.

It was actually Mr. DuPont who gave me a clue.

When I asked who had rewritten my Baxter Brothers novel, you told me they all had a crack at it.

Well, actually, all of your classmates collaborated on it.

And that suggested to me that each one of you had a hand in my ******.

Oh, should we do it?

Donna, you kept Betty busy.

Oh good, you made it.

Brett, you led me deeper into the woods, where I took off the money mask I was wearing and put on my beanie.

And wasn't that beanie that kept my head from being completely cracked open when Joan crept up behind me and hit me with a baseball-sized rock?

What? How do you know it was me? Why couldn't it have been Jonathan?

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