Maura: Aunt Gabrielle?
Gabrielle: Yes, honey.
Maura: I know why you got a flat tire.
Gabrielle: Oh, yeah?
Maura hangs her head.
Carter (sheepishly): We opened an umbrella in the house yesterday. So now we're going to have seven years bad luck.
Death-defying Muttering
5 years ago
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