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[aid] => mick
[title] => My future with the fortune teller
[time] => 2005-09-09 14:14:04
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[bodytext] => Her magic glass ball sits in front of her, Longing to tell more fortunes. Behind it sits the best fortune teller ever. Her face smeared with powder and her robe a dull purple and gold color. She beckons and I move forward. Hands as cold as the freezer touched me and gently pushed me down. Red and blue swirl as my fortune is searched in the magic ball. Her eyes grow wide as if trying to see, and her face changes into a younger version. She says out loud “You have a future fit for you.” Then magically I am back outside the tent. I look back the tent has vanished and I am at home. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 43 [informant] => sahakuty [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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