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She was lost. She was LOST! She was lost and could never find her way home. She might already be home! That was the problem with AMNEESHA. You could be home and not even know it. And she, the beautiful and lost unnamed girl who had washed up on the shore this morning, had it. (AMNEISHA, that was.)
She, Beautiful Lost Girl, had nothing. Nothing! Except she might have everything. This town could be her home! She might live in an opulent mansion just down this block!!! How could she know? She might have fallen asleep on the beach last night. Maybe she lived on the beach! Maybe she had survived a drowning accident. Maybe it was murder!!!!!!
It was probably attempted murder. That was why no one was looking for her. She should be careful. They didn't know she had survived, and she didn't know who to be careful of, thanks to the AMNESHIA. Curse her foul ANMESHIA!
She, Beautiful Lost Girl, had nothing but the very wet clothes on her back. And this purse, of course, though it was nearly empty. Most of its contents must have been washed out to sea, when some strangers cruelly, cruelly tried to murder her and stole all her money and probably jewels.
Only two items were left, and they held the keys to her identity.
One was a small scrap of paper, on which was what must be her name. Wrigley's Chewing Gum.
The other was a larger paper, and it was more confusing. She would need to take it into town, and see what someone could make of it.
Wrigley's didn't know who she could trust. But someone, somewhere, could help her decode this Verizon Past Due Notice and understand the reason behind her foul attempted murder and subsequent AMNEESHIA.
She, Beautiful Lost Girl, had nothing. Nothing! Except she might have everything. This town could be her home! She might live in an opulent mansion just down this block!!! How could she know? She might have fallen asleep on the beach last night. Maybe she lived on the beach! Maybe she had survived a drowning accident. Maybe it was murder!!!!!!
It was probably attempted murder. That was why no one was looking for her. She should be careful. They didn't know she had survived, and she didn't know who to be careful of, thanks to the AMNESHIA. Curse her foul ANMESHIA!
She, Beautiful Lost Girl, had nothing but the very wet clothes on her back. And this purse, of course, though it was nearly empty. Most of its contents must have been washed out to sea, when some strangers cruelly, cruelly tried to murder her and stole all her money and probably jewels.
Only two items were left, and they held the keys to her identity.
One was a small scrap of paper, on which was what must be her name. Wrigley's Chewing Gum.
The other was a larger paper, and it was more confusing. She would need to take it into town, and see what someone could make of it.
Wrigley's didn't know who she could trust. But someone, somewhere, could help her decode this Verizon Past Due Notice and understand the reason behind her foul attempted murder and subsequent AMNEESHIA.
