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... spending all my money on her whims.
Celestine finally stopped.
In front of a fortune teller’s stall.
The man sitting there looked goofy as hell. His face was wrinkled beyond recognition. Like the ass of a decayed corpse that had been left in the sun for too long.
Celestine looked at him with sparkling eyes. "You can tell my future, right?"
He just nodded. Slow. Mysterious. Probably rehearsed a thousand times.
Celestine turned to me. "Wanna give it ...
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