Chicken Scratch

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The old lady. Sam remembers her because he almost hit her when he was driving to school this morning. She had stepped out into the middle of the street and he had had to slam on the breaks. She hadn’t even flinched! She just stood there in her black shawl, cawing angrily at him and muttering curses under her breath. Stupid old witch. Now he’ll be late for first hour.

He quickly finds a parking spot and rushes to class. He just barely makes it before the bell. Roll...