Palm-Read at the Party
The stupid party hat kept sliding over my eyes. I'd only worn it because Maya dared me, and now I was stuck playing mystical fortune teller to a bunch of seniors who'd already had ...
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The stupid party hat kept sliding over my eyes. I'd only worn it because Maya dared me, and now I was stuck playing mystical fortune teller to a bunch of seniors who'd already had ...
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