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I've gotten some bogus readings in the past, but there was this one time... Some grad school classmates and I were playing with tarot cards one evening over drinks at someone's house. I drew the worst cards ever. We joked about it. I was supposed to have the worst week of my life.
A few hours later, my dog almost died and had to have spinal surgery. She came home from the animal hospital four days later with 17 staples in her back and a $5K+ vet bill.
Worst week of my life up to that point by far. Thankfully, the dog is happy and healthy now.
I suppose that should make me faithful to the occult, but I saw it as God's way of slapping me in the back of the head and I've avoided psychics, tarot cards and the like ever since. Or it's just coincidence. Either way, I'm ok with not knowing what I'm not supposed to know.
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