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Snippets of world news revealed it was not her imagination that those flashing lights were real.

They were the darn papparazzi. "Darn it!" she cried. "Why'd you have to stalk me you photographer-reporter-gossip-no-LIFES!"

"Omigod, we're so sorry," a darn paparazzo replied humbly, "We're just so into knitting we can't help but spin yarns about it..." and he crumpled into a heap at her feet. She took

a step back. "That's sweet. Why don't you come back alone later tonight? I may have something to show you." The paparazzo looked up and asked hopefully, "Knitting patterns?"

her head completely severed, her limbs strewn all over the train track. Normally a timid person, she knew she couldn't afford to be, not tonight. This photo of her foretold death

relieved her from fearing all other deaths. This allowed her to be carefree everywhere except around railroad tracks. Even there, the vision had shown her what it looked like. She

knew that when it happened, it would be night time, in the middle of a rainstorm. As long as she avoided the train tracks at night, she could even live forever! At least, it seemed

that simple. Not knowing to avoid model trains too, she was walking by a toyshop when a Lionel locomotive derailed, crashed through the window, and chased her until she fell dead.