It was a dark and stormy night. As usual, I was up, with a case to solve. I felt like I had my finger on the answer, I just couldn't see where my finger was. You see, the blogs were lighting up all around me. Stories connecting copyright and education blogs were all around me, and one of them was the killer. So here I was, at my desktop, puzzling through each one. JJ's blog was about a magical digital world and the effort of a group of friends regarding copyright. But then, Sheng's was also about a group of friends and copyright, but minus the fairy tale setting. Teresa's blog showed promise, but there didn't seem to be any story, just a lot of words. Which was exactly how Brianna's was as well, no story, but the connections seemed to be there.
I was getting frustrated and hungry, which in my line of work is never a good combo. Harder to think. So I got up from my desk and went over to my tech fridge. I opened it and was astounded at all the stuff I could choose from. "Someone must have restocked it while I was away," I thought. I was always surprised at the usefulness of this particular site. Variety and lots of it. Helps me think. I never walk away without some kind of idea from my tech fridge.
No sooner did the idea hit me than I heard the door close, and before I could turn around, a gunshot rang out. I turned around and sure enough, I was right. She thought she was being so sly, but I recognized that face staring down at me from her blog. But as the warmth left my body, I knew it didn't matter. She had gotten the last laugh. And I was dead.
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