An Old Fortune Teller And Her Son
He walked up the steps and opened the front door. It was a good night for fishing. Down on the table clanged his keys, and into the parlor he crept. In his trouser pocket wallet was a twenty dollar bill. In his jacket's breast pocket was a hundred. The old lady couldn't help but snicker to herself.
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I dedicated this to my daughter, Buttney, and my ~fairy princess~ soul sisters.
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