Chapter 12: Honey Honeycutt Mystery

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(last page of chapter 11) In the meantime, I wonder why schools always smell like a combination of sour milk and floor wax. I feel transported to those days, walking the halls of my youth. I remember Birdie making my life miserable, and me eating alone at the rejected-kids table.  

If I thought it would do any good, I would talk to her about it. but no o…