"Amy," I call out to her, "Do you know anyone named Albert Lee?"
"No, why who is he?"
I showed Amy the card and she looked up at me quizzically.
"What can that mean?" she screamed.
"Someone is probably just trying to play some kind of joke on us." I said, trying to calm her down. After all, we do live right next door to the high school and there are always teenagers around playing tricks and being rambunctious.
We took the card inside and laid it on the kitchen counter, not quite ready to just toss it in the trash. I headed into my room with my backpack and took out my books, deciding to get an early start on some homework. After a while I fell asleep and awoke to my American Literature book plastered to my face. I rolled over towards my nightstand and screamed.
"What, what is it!?" Amy yelled as she came running into my room.
"Did you put this in here?!" I yelled back as I handed her the Albert Lee card which had been precariously placed on my nightstand.
"What, no! I haven't touched it, I wouldn't touch it!"
We both stared at the card in my hands for a minute and then I threw it down to the floor.
"That is it." I said, "Something weird is going on here. Maybe we should try and figure out who this Albert Lee character is and get back at him."
So, Amy and I set forth on our search for Albert Lee.
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