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Some people have drama every day.
Their house burned down three times this week.
They are wearing a cast on their leg again.
Their dog ran away, dragging her dog house.
Their wedding ring popped off and down a sewer drain.
They discovered their husband has three other wives.

I know one of these  Bad Luck Queens quite well. She is always stirred up.
Loud and proud, a horror story, and perpetually late to work besides.
Notoriously late, expectedly late. Let’s call her Agnes.
She has the worst luck every day. A strange man was in her house.
She could not come to work before she got him out of there.

She had a fender bender. There were no witnesses, 
so she had to wait for the police.
Someone broke down the front door of her house in the middle of the night 
And took all her kid’s Christmas presents for the sixth year in a row.
Her grandmother ran away from the old folk’s home on Tuesday.
She has been found, but Agnes has to take off early today
to find her a new place.
Suggestions are made but Agnes has tried everything. Nothing works for her.

Her life is perpetually upside down, topsy-turvy, in the toilet.  
She has a small cut, and she wonders if it is cancer. 
It is almost like she hopes it is.
She never has enough money for lunch.
Can she please have your extra can of soup?  
She is so grateful for any help she can get.

When we first met her, we were more than willing to loan her 
a candy bar, can of soup, and
Sometimes money.  Nothing ever gets back though, 
so now it is the newbies who are rallying
To have a little party for her. 

They think we savvy survivors are horrible for not wanting to cough up a mere dollar apiece for her grandmother's funeral, not realizing we have already coughed up a dollar for nineteen of Agnes' grandmothers' funerals.

Agnes, the Bad Luck Queen, interesting every time she is seen.
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