Amy didn't expect much of Wednesday. It wasn't a day she liked. It always began early - being woken by the trash lorry at five in the morning, the cheerful whislting by the guys operating machinary to empty the bins, the beep-beep-beep of the lorry as it reverse up her road, the crashing sound of glass (that really shouldn't be in the rubbish bin!). She always started Wednesdays tired and fed up. And work on a Wednesday always began with a really boring meeting run by her boss, Jason, who she despised. So, this particular Wednesday, Amy wasn't expecting to be any different. She certainly didn't expect to be split in two! The tea, given to her by the stranger on the bus - what had her mother always told her about accepting gifts from strangers (but he had such cute eyes!), tasted nice but the gurgling began almost instantly and the next thing she was being torn in two and ended up sitting next to herself!
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