Story 1:
Marketing i Paguar
Marketing i Paguar
Marketing i Paguar
I was in bed one night when I felt something touching my foot. It was a tiny silver charm—a little angel
I was confused but kept it in my wallet for good luck.
12 years later, while living overseas, I went to our corporate party
A girl I was meeting for the first time stared at me and said I seemed very familiar.
I told her she must be mistaken because I had never seen her before, and I had moved to France from the States roughly a year ago.
As we talked, I noticed her necklace—it had a charm exactly like mine, but it was gold.
I rushed to check my wallet, but my charm was gone.
I felt an eerie chill and went to find her again, but she had disappeared.
