Friday the 13th

I’m not what most would call superstitious. I whistle backstage. I love my friend’s black cat to bits though she crosses my path all the time. I walk under ladders. I have broken a bazillion mirrors which should technically mean I have bad luck for the rest of my life, but is really more of an instant problem since I usually slice my finger on the glass.

And then there are full moons and Friday the 13ths. And the world seems to fall absolutely apart. People are crazy. Today stinks.

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