margin-right:0in">“What's he like?”

“Crazy, weird, creepy…take your pick,” she said, thinking. “He's some sort of a math genius, though, I think.”

“Oh, that's nice,” her mom said in her spaced-out voice. Tess glanced over her shoulder. She was reading a cookbook on a table.

“And he had tentacles for arms.”

“Uh huh, well that's…that's… I'm sorry, dear, what did you say?” Her mom looked up from the book.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” She sighed.

Making a cake for the neighbors seemed outdated to Tess. Nobody knew their neighbors anymore. People didn't move to Arkham, especially not their out of the way old neighborhood, to get to...

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