Max stood to reach the board. “So weird playing this being kid sized again.”
“I bet. I shrunk a foot after GARS,” Teresa said, pointing to her rabbit ears. “But I kinda got it back.”
He nods. “Okay. The murderer is Professor Plum in the hall with the candlestick.”
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