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She was driving along Woodward Ave. when her mind told her to make a right turn, two blocks before she was supposed to. Weaving through Craftsman-style bungalows and Victorian mansions with white pillars, she found herself on a beautiful, little street. Her car plunkered around until her coffee-colored eyes found themselves staring at a dismal building with two shops: one empty and one open. The open shop had a green-and-pink neon sign that displayed the word 'PSYCHIC' in the window. What s...
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