You are, Number Six
Last night I dreamt I was being held prisoner in The Village, and Number 2 was asking me interview-style 'Moral Dilemma' questions. My flippant answers weren't going down too well; they were trying to prove I was crazy. I told a joke about being suffocated in a lift, and everyone laughed. Then they stopped laughing and I carried on, hysterical, because I didn't see why I shouldn't. I knew I wasn't crazy.
posted by Lucy at 12:05 am
3 Comments:
the lift at work breaks down quite a lot
hope that doenst happen in all boots
or you
will be
stuffed
suggest we begin the preparations for parent's christmas presents.
dad - lottery ticket
mum - lottery ticket
To
m
I
have got
legs.
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