THE FORTUNE
TELLER
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Jennifer
visited a psychic of some local repute. In a dark and hazy
room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered
grave news: "There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just
be blunt - prepare yourself to be a widow.
Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this
year."
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Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman's lined
face, then at the single flickering candle, then down
at her hands.
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She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She
simply had to know.
She met the fortuneteller's gaze, steadied her voice,
and asked: "Will I be acquitted?"
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