Laying there folded up like a letter for an hour, you wondered why your luck was always so bad. You were a nice person, you helped people, you didn't build up any bad karma. Yet here you were, always suffering, it wasn't fair. Your thoughts were cut short as suddenly the light clicked on, blinding you for a moment. A slowly focusing blur of a figure walked infront of you. A blurry hand came into focus as it reached for you, with finely manicured nails attached to some elegant fingers. As the figure lifted you up, her face came into focus as your flat little eyes finally adjusted to the burst of light you experienced after an hour of darkness. Your heart stopped, if you could have moved or made a sound, dogs in the street would have whined at the high pitched "OHMYGODITSMILLIEMARIGOLDOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" thankfully for the dogs and your own personal embarrisment, as a paper like letter form you couldn't make a sound or a fool of yourself.
Unfortunatly, while your eyes could move, your shock had frozen them staring at her, so Millie didn't notice anything weird when she looked at what looked like a girls face of a soft piece of paper. As she would do with a normal letter, she simply opened up the folded part, turning your face away from her and read the short little note from her secutary. She chuckled softly "New paper huh. I guess it is pretty funky" she said turning you back over. You could feel her fingers feeling over your soft smooth surface, totally unaware she was stroking over a girl who was squished right now. She stared right into your eyes, but missed your blink as she once more turned you over. Sitting behind her desk she put you down, face down on the desk and you felt a liquid being rubbed on your back where the writing was. the chemical tingled but was also soothing to your poor skin. Unknown to you, Millie Marygold had just used an ink wash to wipe away the pen ink so she could reuse you, thinking you were a nice bit of paper for her to write her notes down.
She lifted you slightly as she moved a clipboard out under you, you saw it had clips on all four sides to make sure the paper remained totally steady and taut. you really didnt want that pinching down on you holding you in shape. you desperatly tried to peel open your flattened mouth to make some sort of noise before you ended up as a celebrity note pad for the forseeable future...
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