Horoscopic

Sorry, but this is too much. First the stress of faking sickness, then the fiery blast of agony from Parminder's drink....I have had enough.

I thanked Parminder profusely and said that the best thing for me was to head home and heal up there. She agreed. Everyone in the room looked relieved when I packed up and left. Lordy, I am so embarrassed! People will be talking about The Amazing Exploding Paige for months!

Home again, and quite relaxed. I think I'm going to take tomorrow off for the sake of my poor tender throat and sinuses. And I'm not going to pursue this silly horoscope thing any farther. It's more trouble than it's worth!

I hope Shirley can understand that. If she can stop from laughing when I tell her what I suffered on the behalf of our bet!
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