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Miss Jane whirled about suddenly, spraying blood as she went, and shouted “alright you bastards, you will leave me, my family, my friends and their family alone, or it’s a pickaxe to the head for you!”
I received a phone call from my insurance company this afternoon, informing me that even though I had been with their company for more than twelve years, my policy was being dropped because the underwriters had decided I was “high risk”, considering the fact that I’d been ticketed for driving without a seatbelt not once, but twice during the last three years; after hanging up the phone, I realized that what I had just experienced was, in fact, nothing short of an act of terrorism on their part, which, of course, wouldn’t have been covered by my policy anyway.
Miss Jane stalked the low-lit streets, draped in stained and bloody clothes, ranting “retribution for the innocent and fallen” to herself, knowing that this time she would find Lady Luck and she would make her pay.
I long ago accepted how futile it is to worry about a future that we have no real control over, fate being a fickle bastard who changes the spin direction of fortune’s wheel on a whim, but I still spend time everyday wondering whether tomorrow I’ll have reason to ask myself, “How did you not see that coming?”
It always irritated Milton how slow his one-armed wife was at ironing his socks.
They took my words away and I shall never forgive them.
Yes, I remember you from previous visits to the pool and, yes, I remember exactly what you did, and, yes, I am inutterably creeped out by the fact that you can remember me, and… you know what, let me introduce you to a friend of mine.
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