There was an auld fortune teller reading palms. She grabbed my hand and spat into my palm before I could object. Bent so close, I could smell the ancient sweat of her. “T’es un chat, toi”, she said. She said you were a cat? I tried to pull away but she held firm. Then she said, “ Neuf.” She said she saw the number nine written in my hand...and also death. Do you think you have nine lives? I hope so.
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