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  • I didn't believe in gypsies until I met her. As I pulled back the veil into her tent, I noticed she just was old, but her hair a rich red.

  • In my most desperate hour, I asked her, "What am I going to do?", She smiled. "Sit, child." I sat and she held her fingers to the ball.

  • It glowed and swirled and she told me, "You will be happy." I sigh. "But how?" She smiled. "I can't say."

  • plz follow me and l will follow you