I went today and saw a psychic. Her name was Condessa and she was old with saggy cheekbones. Her apartment smelt of burning candles and Marlboros. Pictures of the Virgin Mary and Buddha hung above the table by the window where she read my palm. She said that I was happy, but that I had darkness around my aura that should be silver and gold. I
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