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The girl looks at her fortune cookie lying in her cupped hand and wonders what fate has in store for her...
Gently, she pulls at the crack of the hard cookie and hears the loud and brisant snap as the white sheet suddenly peeps bashfully beneath the two halves.
Black letters dancing destiny's silent symphony on the paper.
Slowly and gingerly, she lets her fingers run across the crisp white edge, pausing slightly to relish the beauty and simplicity of seeing pure white in curved beige.
The paper makes a soft scraping sound as it drags itself past the hard doughy edges.
And suddenly, the truth falls out and lands upon the dessert plate.
The girl smiles. A smile which said that she knew this all along, a smile which thanked the heavens, a smile which in its simple curve spelt bliss and happiness, celebration and joy.
