Day 69

And it came to pass that it was Sunday. The day started out as per usual. The hot air began to filter through the window that seemed to have only just begun to catch cool breezes. Beth was thinking longingly of the beginning of spring--the endless rain, the freezing breezes...

She sat up abruptly in her bed, determined to do SOMETHING about the apartment's current lack-of-cool-air.

Or rather, her position IN the apartment's current lack-of-cool-air.

So she went to Canada.

To kill someone.

The end.

(P.S. And this time, it wasn't Grosland.)