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“All Julie has to do is explain to her friends that she's using it to individually seal each item that she throws out." "Then they'd think she was a geek," I said. "She will thank me later," Monk said. "Why would she thank you for being considered a geek?" "Don't you know anything about teenage life?" Monk said. "It's a badge of respect." "It is?" "I was one," he said. "You don't say." "A very special one. I was crowned King of the Geeks, not once, but every single year of high school," Monk said. "It's a record that remains unbroken in my school to this day." "Were there a lot of students who wanted to be King of the Geeks?" "It's like being homecoming king, only better. You don't have to go to any dances," Monk said. "You aren't even invited.”

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Mr. Monk and the Dirty Cop

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Lee Goldberg
Lee Goldberg

Lee Goldberg is an American author renowned for his contributions to the mystery and thriller genres. Born in 1962, Goldberg has penned over 30 novels and has worked on numerous television scripts. His intricate plots and complex characters have earned him a reputation as a masterful storyteller. more

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