Bad news: I’m supposed to meet the next great love of my life in March.
At least that’s what the tarot card reader told me on Sunday. I was at a members’ appreciation event at The Porch. They had tea, pastries, and a signup sheet for tarot readings. I drank four cups of Earl Grey, ate five teacakes, and then it was my turn. I walked into the private room…
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