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[fuckyousoleil]

[Over by the doorframe--which is still standing there, plain as day--there is a small booth set up. Draped in cloths of black and gray, the wood itself painted white, it looks a lot like someone just took a black-and-white photo and slapped it into a full-color backdrop. If you look, you can see a pair of hands folded neatly in a waiting position

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[pussyfortono]

What is this?

[fuckyousoleil]

[a woman's voice]

It is what it is.

[pussyfortono]

There is no purpose to such a thing.

[fuckyousoleil]

Everything has a purpose.

[plzdontoustme]

Fortunes?

[fuckyousoleil]

Fortunes, if you'd like.

[plzdontoustme]

So you'd be able to tell me who's going to end up as my girlfriend?

[fuckyousoleil]

Perhaps, if the possibility exists.

[tobethemiracle]

No, this isn't suspicious at all.

[fuckyousoleil]

It's not meant to be.

[tobethemiracle]

You really handled that wrong then. All right, fine. What kind of fortune?

[fuckyousoleil]

Just normal fortunes. Your horoscope, if you will.

[notonboard]

... Fortunes?

[fuckyousoleil]

Fortunes.

[notonboard]

What kind?

[fuckyousoleil]

I can read your horoscope, if you like.

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[mightlovedogs]

Fortunes, huh? Could be fun.

[fuckyousoleil]

I will need your birthday.

[mightlovedogs]

[curse my lack of a canon birthdaaaay]

March 5.

[fuckyousoleil]

Aquarius ... I see.