A gypsy crossed my path cursing me for a few hours. She claimed I stepped on her sacred burial grounds and for this sin I must parish. Little she devil, should have parished back in world war two, but apparently some people didn't get the job right. I walked off, shrugging my shoulders, not bothering to turn around or beg for forgiveness. Suddenly
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