On a whim, we decided to have our palms read at the psychic next to this bar. It was hard to concentrate because my reader, Diane, had some crazy crooked teeth and I couldn't stop staring. She told me that I was deeply unsettled, waited for me to confirm this fact. Duh. She asked me what was in California. I asked if it was a rhetorical question. She asked if I had family there. I said no. Nevetheless, she told me, I was destined to move to California in eight months (give or take).
"Hey, me too!" said Jub re the California thing after having received a separate reading by Diane's mom in the other room. "She said I was going to move there or Miami."
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