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It was 10:46 pm on that cold Sunday night. I had been searching for my wallet for hours. HOURS. I lost it at the park this morning on my way to work when I was dropping my son off to his field trip to the farm. To make it worse, I had a feeling that somebody was watching me. My flashlight was running out of batteries, and I was lost in this god dam woods! I heard footsteps, and I finally got the courage to turn around. There behind me was a man, no facial features, in an nice suit - I wish my husband would wear something nice like that-, A red tie, black long tentacles, and like eight arms! In one of his hands there was my wallet. I quickly ran to him. Next thing I know is, yep. I am dead. I was in his stomach and I was chatting with some kids when I heard another person come in "Worst blind date ever!" the redheaded teenager in pigtails said. She was wearing black boots, a short jean skirt, and a red tank top. Some nerdy with black hair guy said "Not so bad after we have a pizza guy in here. Who has a phone?"