13, 13, 13 …

February 13, 2011
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I was walking past the mental hospital the other day,  and all the patients were beside a fence shouting,  ’13 … 13 … 13.’
 
The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a  little gap in the planks, so I looked through to see what was going on …
 
Just then, somebody poked me in the eye with a stick!

Then they all started shouting  ’14 … 14 … 14 … ‘

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