Jan 25, 2012

Cold War Two

The Prime Minister sat staring at the phone in the lobby, grinding her teeth. Mr. Prime Minister came in.
“Charlotte, must you sit and stare at that phone all day?” he asked.
“Ghost,” she mumbled, “ghost’s in there.”
“Ach! Not again,” Mr. PM said. “What does it want?”


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