The Fool [name_m]Card[/name_m]
Stella would like to set the record straight. She doesn’t believe in magic. Or fate. Or psychics. Or anything or anyone that tells her things she doesn’t want to know.
Her mother was one of them. A Gypsy. But [name_f]Stella[/name_f] left that life a long time ago. So when she woke up one summer morning in a place she had never been before, she assumed she had gotten drunk the night before with her friends and passed out near a bar. She couldn’t remember a thing, though. And she didn’t have anything on her but her clothes: no bag or wallet or phone. And the bar district was across the city. No, [name_f]Stella[/name_f] was in a different part of town, where the trinkets and the gypsies and the psychics were. And, clutched in her hand, was one thing. A tarot card. The Fool [name_m]Card[/name_m].
As it turns out, there were a lot of things [name_f]Stella[/name_f] didn’t want to know.
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