Subject: Shark Tank: All the sharks invested in this revolutionary cream

From: "Sheila Albrecht" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2017 15:39:51 -0400

Couple from Michigan turns down 20-million deal that the judges are saying
is the greatest product they have ever seen

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SHARK TANK BREAKING REPORT
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See what happened last night
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was as still as a tomb, and despite the comforting presence of their valiant chaperone, the s kept close together for protection. Ddo you suppose it was only a ssuitcase? stammered Violet. Dont whisper in my earyou tickle, hissed Billie, and again they laughed hysterically. Look out, now, go slow, Mrs. Gilligan was cautioning them. We dont want to stumble over this luggage and get a broken leg or two. Ouch she exclaimed, as she stubbed her toe against something hard. I guess Im the first casualty She bent down to find what she had stumbled against, while the s glanced nervously into the corners of the hall which

shivered Violet, that its because everything else is so quiet. It sort of has its effect on us. I wish, she added, with a sudden little outburst unusual in Violet, that that horrid old driver hadnt told us that horrid story. I catch myself listening for noises all the time. But thats foolish, said Mrs. Gilligan, in that everyday, matteroffact tone that never failed to give the s courage. There isnt one of us who believes anything he said, so why let it worry us? Come on, she said, rising and beginning to gather together the dishes, well get these things put away in a hurry, and then go up to bed. I think a good nights rest is what you need. Oh, but I dont want to go up in the spooky upstairs part, whispered Violet to Billie, as she

her shoulder into the dark corners of the room. Instead of the dinner making them more courageous, it seemed to be having the opposite effect, for when they had finished their cake and the steaming hot coffee, they found themselves talking in whispers as if they were afraid of the sound of their own voices. Billie, suddenly realizing this, spoke aloud, and Laura and Violet jumped nervously. Whats the matter with us? Billie asked, her voice sounding strangely loud and unnatural even to herself in the hushed stillness all about. We never used to be so awfully quiet. And Im sure we dont have to whisper about it. II suppose,

golden browned potatoes. Have you s cut the cake? Its in one of the packages I brought inon the end of the table. Dont cut it all now, she warned, as there was a joyful rush for the cake. We want some of it left for tomorrow. The s did not cut it allquite. But they did cut a good twothirds of itand ate it all, too It was a strange sort of mealthe candlelit kitchen, the hastily set table, the faces of the s and Mrs. Gilligan brought out in bold relief by the flickering candle light. The meal was delicious, and the s ate ravenously, but from time to time one of them would shift uneasily in her seat and look nervously over