 the two dorm buildings in question, I took one more look at the names on the mailboxes, hoping I'd missed something in the dark, but I hadn't. Meredith's slimy little name still wasn't present.

Starting on the dorm to my right, I covertly scanned the building, searching for even a hint of a heat signature. I found nothing except for what looked to be a small pet on the second floor.

I'd have to be careful of that dorm. Pets, as a rule, don't like strangers in their homes and were willing to take a chunk out of anyone who threatened them.

I walked up to the third floor's door, which was clearly visible to the outside world because these three dorms were all only accessible from the outside, searching in my purse as I went, making it look like I was searching for the key. What I was really doing was cementing in the minds of anyone who might be watching that I belonged. For who, other than the dorm's resident or a friend of said resident had a key and would enter the room during the day? Remember, criminals are vampires. They never come out when the sun's in the sky.

When I didn't find the key in my bag, I started patting my pockets, miraculously finding the key which had so eluded me. In fact, the only thing I'd found was my lock picking tool.

Putting the thin piece of metal into the lock, I jiggled it around for a few seconds before hearing the click of the lock. Pushing open the door, I began what would become a very familiar routine.

I started with searching the living room/kitchen/dining room, then moved into the bedroom/study and ended in the bathroom.

I hacked into electronics to find out who their owner was, looked at digital pictures to see if I saw Meredith's ugly mug, and even checked email accounts, but none of this produced the results I expected.

Some of the dorms were obviously occupied by boys who'd never heard of cleaning up, or only believed that to be their mother's job. There would be dirty clothes on the floor, dirty dishes in the sink, and tv's the size of boats on the walls. Not that women couldn't be as filthy as these men, they could be, but I'd found that women at least had the common decency to not leave stained underwear on the floor
the two dorm buildings in question, I took one more expression at the name on the mailboxes, hoping I'd missed something in the darkness, but I hadn't. Meredith's slimy small name still wasn't present. 

 Starting on the dormitory to my right field, I covertly scanned the building, search for even a hint of a heat signature. I establish nothing except for what looked to be a small pet on the second floor. 

 I'd suffer to be careful of that dorm. Pets, as a rule, don't wish strangers in their homes and were uncoerced to take a ball out of anyone who threatened them. 

 I walked up to the third floor's door, which was clearly visible to the outside world because these three dormitory were all only accessible from the outside, searching in my purse as I went, making it look like I was research for the key. What I was really doing was cementing in the minds of anyone who might be watching that I belonged. For who, other than the dorm's resident or a ally of said resident have a keystone and would enter the room during the day? Remember, criminals are vampires. They never come out when the sun's in the sky. 

 When I didn't rule the key in my bag, I started patting my pockets, miraculously finding the winder which had so eluded me. In fact, the only matter I'd found was my lock picking instrument. 

 Putting the thin piece of metal into the lock, I jiggled it about for a few seconds before hearing the click of the lock. Pushing open the door, I began what would become a very familiar act. 

 I started with searching the living room / kitchen / dining room, then moved into the bedroom / study and end in the bathroom. 

 I chop into electronics to find out who their owner was, look at digital pictures to examine if I saw Meredith's ugly countenance, and even checked electronic mail accounts, but none of this produced the results I ask. 

 Some of the dorms were obviously occupied by boys who'd never heard of cleaning up, or merely believed that to be their mother's job. There would be cheating clothes on the floor, dirty dishes in the sink, and tv's the size of boats on the walls. Not that womanhood couldn't be as filthy as these men, they could be, but I'd found that women at least had the coarse decency to not bequeath stain underwear on the floor
 thf two dorm buildings in duestion, I took one moce look at the vames on the mailboxes, hopinj I'd misstb something in the dxrk, but I hadn't. Mwredmth's slimy littlx name sbnll wzdn't 'rxsent.

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 the two dorm buildings in quesTion, I took oNe morE loOk aT tHe naMes oN the mailboxes, hOPing i'd missed something in the Dark, bUt i Hadn'T. meReditH's slimy LItTLE naMe StIll WaSN't PreseNt.

STarting On the dorm tO my RiGht, I covertly SCaNned the buiLdiNg, searching fOr eVen a hiNt Of a HEat siGnaTure. I Found nOThing eXcept for wHaT Looked TO be a smaLL PeT on tHe second floor.

I'd haVE tO Be careful of thaT dorm. PEtS, As A RUle, Don'T like stranGeRs in tHEir homeS AnD WERe wILling to take a cHunk out of anYOne Who thrEaTenED them.

I WalkeD uP To tHe third flooR's doOr, which waS clearLY visiblE To the ouTside wOrlD beCausE ThEsE thReE DorMS wEre ALl oNly accesSiBlE from The oUTSIDe, seArcHing In my pUrse as I went, maKinG it lOOk lIke I wAs seaRchiNg For thE key. WhAt I waS rEally doing was ceMentIng in the mIndS oF anYoNe who MIght be WatChiNg that I BelongeD. for WhO, OTHeR than the dorm's residEnT OR a Friend of Said reSIdEnT Had a key aNd WouLd enTER the rOom dURiNg the day? remembER, cRiMinals aRe VampirEs. theY neVer coME out When thE sun's in tHe sky.

wHen I didn't find tHE key in my bag, I sTArTED pATtinG my Pockets, miraCuloUSly fIndiNG tHe kEY whicH had sO eLUdED me. In fact, the only thiNg i'd founD was mY lock picking tOol.

Putting THE Thin piecE of mETaL Into the lock, I jiGgled It around foR A few secoNds beFore hearIng the cliCK Of the locK. PuShiNg oPen THE dOor, I began what WOUld bEcOme a verY faMiliar rOutIne.

i stArtEd With searcHing the lIvInG rOoM/kiTchen/DIning rooM, tHen MoVed Into tHE bedroOm/stuDy anD eNdED in The bathROoM.

i HackEd InTo elEctRoNics tO finD Out Who theiR owner was, LooKEd at DiGiTal pictUres to see if I sAw meredith's uGlY muG, and evEN Checked eMail accounts, but none of thIS producEd tHe resUlts i expected.

somE of the DorMS were oBviousLy occUpIed BY Boys wHO'D nEveR hEard of cleaNINg uP, or onLy BeliEved thaT to be their mother's jOB. ThEre would be dirTy cLothES On The FLoOR, diRtY DisHES in the sink, and tv'S the size of BoATs On the walls. nOt tHaT women cOuldn't bE as fiLThy as thEse men, theY could be, bUt i'd foUND thAt women at lEast had tHe common dECency TO nOt leaVe sTained UnDerWear oN the flOOr
 the two dorm buildings in  question,  I to okone  m orelook  at the nameso n th e mailboxes, hoping I' d mis se d  som e th ing i n the d a rk , but  I  h adn 't .  M eredi th' s slimy  little na mest ill wasn't p r es ent.

Star tin g on the dor m t o my r ig ht, I cov ert ly sc annedt he bui lding, se ar c hing f o r evena hi nt o f a heat signatur e .I  found nothing  excep tf or w hat  lo oked to be  a  smal l  pet on th e s eco n d floor.

I'd  have to be car eful o ftha t  dorm.  Pets ,a s a  rule, don' t li ke strang ers in their h o mes and  werewil lin g to ta ke  ach u nko ut  of any one whoth re atene d th e m . 
I w alk ed u p tothe third flo or' s do o r,which  wasclea rl y vis ible t o the  o utside world be caus e these t hre edor ms  were all on lyacc essible  from t h e o ut s i d e,  searching in my p ur s e  a s I went , maki n git look lik eI w as s e a rchin g fo r  t he key.What I wa sreallydo ing wa scem ent ing i n  the  minds  of anyo ne wh o  might be watc h ing that I be l on g e d. Forwho , other tha n th e  dor m'sr es ide n t ora fri en d  o f  said resident hadakey an d wou ld enter theroom durin g t he day?Reme m be r , criminals ar e vam pires. The y  never c ome o ut whenthe sun's i n the sk y.
Wh enI d i d n' t find the ke y in m ybag, Ista rted pa tti ngmypoc ke ts, mirac ulouslyfi nd in gthe  keyw hich had  s o e lu ded  me.I n fact , the  onl yth i ngI'd fou n dw a s my  l oc k pi cki ng  tool .

P u tti ng thethin piec e o f  met al  i nto the  lock, I jigg le d it aroun dfor  a few s econds b efore hearing the click of theloc k. Pu shin g open th e d oor, I  be g an wha t woul d bec om e a v ery f a m il iar  r outine.

I s tar ted w it h se arching  the living room/k i tch en/dining roo m,then m ov edi nt o  th eb edr o o m/study and end ed in theba t hr oom.

I ha c ked  i nto ele ctronic s tof ind out  who thei r owner w as , lo o k edat digital  picture s to seei f I s a wMered ith 's ugl ymug , and  evenc hec ked e mail a cc ounts,  butno ne of th is produced the results  I exp ected .
Some of t hed orm s were ob viou sly occupi edbyboyswho ' d nev er h e ar d o f  clea ning up, or on l ybel i e ve d that to b e t hei r mot her ' s job.  The re would be dirty clothes on the  flo o r , d irt y  dis he s in the sink,  an dt v 's the s iz e of boatson the w al l s. No t that  women  couldn ' t  b e  as fi lthy  as  these me n,th e y could  b e, but I' d fo un d that  women at l e a st had the commo n dec e n cy to not  leav estained unde rwear on t he floor
 the_two dorm_buildings in question, I_took one_more_look at_the_names on the_mailboxes, hoping I'd_missed something in the_dark, but I_hadn't._Meredith's slimy little name still wasn't present.

Starting on the dorm to my right, I_covertly_scanned the_building,_searching_for even a hint of_a heat signature. I found_nothing except_for what looked to be a small pet_on_the second floor.

I'd_have to be careful of that dorm. Pets, as_a rule, don't like strangers in_their homes and_were_willing_to take a chunk_out of anyone who threatened them.

I_walked up to the third floor's_door, which was clearly visible to the_outside world because these three dorms_were all only accessible from_the outside,_searching in my purse as_I went, making_it look_like I was_searching for the key. What I_was really doing_was cementing in the minds of_anyone_who might be_watching_that_I belonged._For who, other_than_the dorm's_resident_or a friend of said resident_had_a key and would enter the room_during the day? Remember,_criminals_are vampires. They never_come out when the sun's_in the sky.

When I didn't find_the key_in my_bag, I started patting my pockets, miraculously finding the key which_had so eluded me. In fact,_the only thing I'd_found was_my_lock picking tool.

Putting_the_thin piece_of metal into the lock, I jiggled_it around_for a few seconds before hearing_the click of the_lock._Pushing open the door, I began_what would become a very familiar_routine.

I started with searching the_living_room/kitchen/dining_room, then moved into the_bedroom/study and ended in the bathroom.

I_hacked into electronics_to find out who their owner was,_looked_at digital pictures to see if_I_saw Meredith's ugly mug, and even_checked_email_accounts, but none of this_produced the results I expected.

Some of_the dorms were obviously occupied by boys who'd never_heard of cleaning_up, or only believed that_to_be_their mother's job. There would be dirty clothes on the_floor, dirty_dishes in the_sink, and tv's the size of boats on the walls._Not that women couldn't be as filthy_as these men, they could be, but I'd found that women_at least had the common decency to not_leave stained underwear on the floor