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During a recent publicity outing,
Hillary sneaked off to visit a fortune teller of some local repute. In
a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered
grave news. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt: Prepare
yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death
this year."
Visibly shaken, Hillary stared
at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then
down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She
simply had to know. She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice,
and asked her question: "Will I be acquitted?"
Author: Uknown
Received: September 1998
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