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justhangn
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During a recent publicity outing, Jennifer sneaked off to visit a
fortune teller of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room,
peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news.
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt: Prepare
yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and
horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman's lined face, then
at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took
a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know.
She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked
her question.
"Will I be acquitted?"
fortune teller of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room,
peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news.
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt: Prepare
yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and
horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman's lined face, then
at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took
a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know.
She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked
her question.
"Will I be acquitted?"