palmistry

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I would love to learn to read palms.

When I was about six or seven years old, an old woman at the bar read my palm. The thing I remember most about her was that she had a little chihuahua with her named Coco. Upon looking over my little palm, she said I was compassionate. “See this X?” she said to my mother, “she could be a nurse or a veterinarian.” She wasn’t exactly right about the career part, but I am definitely a nurturer by nature.

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