One afternoon while working at my cinema I got by a gypsy who more or less forced herself upon me to read my palm. Besides other dubious predictions about my love life and enemies she predicted that I would reach the age of 85. Since I'm convinced that I'll become at least 100 years old I objected to that statement. The gypsy replied: "But that's not what your hand says!"
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