Someone new at work claims to know how to read palms. Like every good ice-breaker, I show her my hand to pretend to be fascinated. Always knew palm reading was nonsense, and the validity to such general claims is impossible, but I might as well play along.
She tells me I will have no kids. She also tells me I will have a miserable love life with two divorces. Somehow, I started to believe in palm reading after all...
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