“okay, so i purposely stayed in and basically hid on friday the thirteenth. not because i’m superstitious or anything, but i just figured with the luck of everything it was for the best, ya know?” she explained to the person to her right. “but now- it’s far past the thirteenth, but i’ve managed to spill coffee on my favorite shirt, and run into a glass door twice. i think bad luck followed me and there’s no where to hide now.”











