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I broke the paper shredder. When I stuck the photo of Bathsheba in there, it just jammed up. I had to yank the paper back out. So now I have the top half of my creepy ancestor's face glaring at me.
Here comes Arthur, the office gossip queen. Sigh...I shouldn't be so mean, but he really brings it on himself sometimes.
What? Oh, this? This is my evil great-great-grandmother. Her ghost is said to follow those in our family who have recently committed murder. Me? Oh, yes, I'm secretly a serial killer, Arthur. I sneak into nursing homes and wrap old people in trash bags. Quick and painless!
Lordy, that was an awful thing to say. And to make things worse, when he laughed nervously and turned to walk away, I stuck the half-chewed photo of Bathsheba into his back pocket. I'm going nuts!
Back at my desk, and I hear a crash and a yelp. Arthur just tripped over his own wastebasket. Hooray, I've passed the curse on!
What a weird day. Work's over, I'm back home, and guess what? I got a letter from an old college acquaintance, Richard Mills. He and I dated for a bit, then broke up when he went abroad. Something I still regret. He'll be in the area and we wants to meet for lunch!
Well, this is good luck, I suppose. I wonder if he's single....no, Paige, no jinxing this! Better to just wait and see what happens.
I have a good feeling about this. Guess the curse is lifted. And the Taurus prediction came true! Kind of. Does that mean I win the bet? Hope so, because I've had enough of all things supernatural!
Here comes Arthur, the office gossip queen. Sigh...I shouldn't be so mean, but he really brings it on himself sometimes.
What? Oh, this? This is my evil great-great-grandmother. Her ghost is said to follow those in our family who have recently committed murder. Me? Oh, yes, I'm secretly a serial killer, Arthur. I sneak into nursing homes and wrap old people in trash bags. Quick and painless!
Lordy, that was an awful thing to say. And to make things worse, when he laughed nervously and turned to walk away, I stuck the half-chewed photo of Bathsheba into his back pocket. I'm going nuts!
Back at my desk, and I hear a crash and a yelp. Arthur just tripped over his own wastebasket. Hooray, I've passed the curse on!
What a weird day. Work's over, I'm back home, and guess what? I got a letter from an old college acquaintance, Richard Mills. He and I dated for a bit, then broke up when he went abroad. Something I still regret. He'll be in the area and we wants to meet for lunch!
Well, this is good luck, I suppose. I wonder if he's single....no, Paige, no jinxing this! Better to just wait and see what happens.
I have a good feeling about this. Guess the curse is lifted. And the Taurus prediction came true! Kind of. Does that mean I win the bet? Hope so, because I've had enough of all things supernatural!
