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by CraftyNotepad

Excuse me just a moment while I check my messages ... A collection of 200-word or so phone messages left on the answering machines about Pickford. You're not only invited to read; you're invited to submit your own! GUEST AUTHORS' BEEPs ARE SHOWN IN CAPS

15. VIA FACES THE PUZZLE THAT IS KEELY

Disclaimer: Boris Yeltsin is on a roll with his third kicking off a three-parter (three-parter? three-peater? anyway...) I don't know who actually owns Phil of the Future. McNamara? Disney? Tim and Doug? I do know, though, that it's not me. Rat Snacks.

Author's Note: There's a new version of Chapter 13, Lloyd Apologizes. Check it out.

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Hey Keely, Via here. Look, about the dance, it's obvious you love Phil, so you could've asked him. Something come up? Did you two have a fight? Whatever it is, it couldn't be that important. Get past it, Keely, and next time there's a dance, ask him! Oh, wait, Ladies Choice Dance, so you did. Golly, you two looked so adorable dancing in the hall in celebration before becoming self-conscious. All about being "green," right? Go Earth? Sure, it is. Gotta think about this one. Bye..

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