I went for a stroll along the lake when I came upon the ghost of Winston Churchill coming the other way. 

I caught his eye and nodded and he nodded back. 

But I didn’t say anything because I’m shy and afraid of dead celebrities. 

As he went past me down the beach, I stepped in the footprints he left behind. I thought to myself, “Oh, my God, I’m standing in the footsteps of the ghost of Winston Churchill!”

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