Charlie was very superstitious.
No new shoes on the table or broken mirrors for him.
The thought of putting an umbrella up in the house
or not greeting a magpie horrified him.
Hence his dismay when a black cat ran across his path
as he made his getaway from the bank job he'd just pulled.
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