10-06-2018, 05:08 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 7pt; word-spacing: 2px; line-height: 1.5;"]Spiritual readings, tarot cards, fortune tellings... that was all baloney. Jerseyboy had never believed in that stuff, and it wasn't because his family leaned more towards organized religion, but because he just had ( common sense. ) Honestly, who believed in this shit? Anyone could spread out a deck of cards and make up some random "fortune". Hey, that didn't sound like a bad idea, now that he thought about it. One could probably make a profit from such services. Wouldn't any sorry sucker pay to see into their future?
The tuxedo tom furrowed his brows towards the one who offered the tarot readings, the one who had lectured everyone on the history of the Jack-o-lantern. The "walking encyclopedia". He was half-tempted to ask for a reading, just for the hell of it, but why would he waste his time?
Like Ymir, Jerseyboy wasn't going to participate either. "Yeah, no thanks. I ain't buyin' inta' that bullshit." The Hearthkeeper snorted. Call him a party pooper or a grump, but he wasn't going to look like an idiot. Not today.
The tuxedo tom furrowed his brows towards the one who offered the tarot readings, the one who had lectured everyone on the history of the Jack-o-lantern. The "walking encyclopedia". He was half-tempted to ask for a reading, just for the hell of it, but why would he waste his time?
Like Ymir, Jerseyboy wasn't going to participate either. "Yeah, no thanks. I ain't buyin' inta' that bullshit." The Hearthkeeper snorted. Call him a party pooper or a grump, but he wasn't going to look like an idiot. Not today.
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