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i'm back in norfolk...
well. to more important things...
my friend was told by a fortune teller he would die at the age of 35 from a car accident.
of course that was a lie.
i mean.
he did die at the age of 35 but it was from being murdered.
in his own house.
sometimes i think about what a sick coincidence that is.
and how much of a crock that stupid fortune teller is.
or.
how maybe the fortune teller just didn't want to tell him that he was going to be murdered.
