Watching Her Life

There was little Joan could have done to change the way things had happened. Sometimes fate has a rather bizarre way of exhibiting itself.

Perhaps it was the great grandmother who always hated her guts that cursed her. Or maybe it was that the star under which she was born had already run out of luck. Whatever the case, Joan was merely an observer of how her own life developed. It didn’t help that the plot was pretty boring.

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