So Wednesday comes along and I trot on down to Ravencroft Interiors to finalize the process of snagging a job. I go in and introduce myself to a bespectacled woman who is probably around 50 something but a bad looking 50 something. Port bellied, nappy hair, two teeth. Constant worried look on her face. She’s wearing a shirt with “I PRAY” written on it in the E-bay font/color.
Her's was actually black.
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