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So apparently, the number 666 follows me around.

It all started way back, a long time ago, when I was at Dave and Busters and I gave them my tickets to weigh, and they gave me back a receipt that said I had 666 tickets. I was like... AWESOME. Little did I know.

There was bound to have been an incident in between that one and the one that happened a few weeks ago, but I can't remember it offhand. But a few weeks ago, I went to home depot and bought a box of screws. I went to the cashier, and she rang them up, and my total was $3.34. Without thinking about it I gave her a ten, and guess what popped up on the cash register for change: $6.66. Once again I was like AWESOME, but the cashier got scared and gave me $6.67 back (seriously.)

And then, today, I was in sophomore exec and Mrs. Buntain announced that we had $666 dollars in our prom account. I was like awesome.

And then, later today, (just now in fact,) I turned on a volt meter to test a power supply (don't worry if you don't know what I'm talking about) and turned it on, it flashed 6.66 volts for a split second before going to 0. It was sort of scary. I think I might die.

So, in conclusion, I am the devil. Thank you.

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