You see, in seperate accidents five years apart, I broke first my left, then my right leg. First time it was hmmmmm. The second time I felt, perhaps, that I detected a faint pattern.
And I tried to avoid even the number 13 for years afterward. I wouldn't go to work on this day or even ride in a car.
It wasn't until I learned why Friday the 13th was considered unlucky that I put the silly superstition behind me.
Still I feel a little anxious posting this today.
And I tried to avoid even the number 13 for years afterward. I wouldn't go to work on this day or even ride in a car.
It wasn't until I learned why Friday the 13th was considered unlucky that I put the silly superstition behind me.
Still I feel a little anxious posting this today.


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