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Chapter 14: Visitor, Part 2

I really should watch pushing the minds of the elderly. I'm sure the effect would wear off, but, then again, he might spend the rest of his life happy as a lark. Well, at least the Mrs. will be happy. Alone, my body quivered, changing as my features distorted, then morphed until I was an exact replica of Mr. Hartrell. I should probably not be a student walking the halls between bells. They would think I was skipping class. I picked up my stashed backpack, walked into the school, and threw it in a vacant nearby locker. I'd go back for it later. That is, if it was still there. If not, I could track it down easily.

I walked down the hallway looking into classrooms as I passed, looking for the moron with the car. I smiled as a petite, heavy-set teacher about four feet tall passed, her heels echoing loudly down the now vacant hall. Thinking I was Mr. Hartrell, she smiled nervously, then hurried on. So, the animosity wasn't only reserved for the students.

I knew I had to find the moron wit
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