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Meanwhile, At the Ranch....


She woke up to find that the house was empty. She walked around and revelled in the absence of her evil stepsisters. Her dining room was lonely-looking. She sat at the table, tapping her fingers. Maybe this was the right time. She stood up and opened the window....the creeper had still not flowered yet.

Hmmm....she wondered. She reached for the cookie jar and quickly grabbed one. A clean bite into the cookie, she realized that there was a tiny paper set into the cookie centre. She opened the paper and it read:

"This Lottery Ticket Did Not Win."




^WiseGuy^

Comments

  1. Is it too early or is it a legitimate negative? I reserve my comment until I have more info.

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  2. @K: I POASed today morning and turned out a single liner. It is as legit a negative as it gets.

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  3. I'm so very sorry. Thinking of you and holding you in my heart . . .

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  4. Fluck. That totally sucks Wiseguy. I'm so sorry.

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  5. wishing words from far away were magical and poof! positive!

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  6. Damn it, that just isn't fair.

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  7. I'm sorry. BFNs are such a punch in the gut.

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  8. Crap - was so hoping you would win the lottery.

    (((hugs)))

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  9. DAMMIT! That sucks, I'm sorry hon.

    Holding you close and sending you lots of good JUJU!
    *HUGS*

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  10. Oh sh$t. This sucks big time. Thinking of you here in Cairo my sweet friend. xoxoxoxoxo

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  11. So sorry to hear this. Thinking of you.

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  12. Damn, I'm sorry. Beautifully written post though. :-(

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  13. Not fair.

    I'm so sorry.

    ((HUGS))

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