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I had this cute little East Indian boss once a few years ago, when I worked at a tiny market downtown.
He made me begin to believe in these things. He told me so much about myself, and apparently saw that something was wrong with my stomache, before I found out that there was bacteria growing within it, and deteriorating it's interior.
He told me he saw the same "abilities" within me, so he went across the street to this bookstore that had a sale going on, and bought me a present. The book was called "How to Predict Your Future". It was so cute.
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