While sorting through the family's collection of fortune-cookies fortunes, Doreena Absalduntian opened a yellowed envelope she found crammed under a flap at the back of the third carefully organized ring-binder. Sitting down and peering through a jeweler's loupe so as to read the rows of tiny print, Doreena was astonished to find that the little slip of paper contained not only detailed information about the previous few days of her life but also predictions about how things would shake out for her during the rest of the week. Just as the young lady was getting to the good stuff, to the part that mentioned her finding a sack full of money in a certain alley near her work, her younger brother, Hir, threw open the basement's back door, creating a sudden draft that blew the tiny slip from her fingers, whence it fluttered over to the far wall and was sucked into an air duct. Screaming with all her might and ruining her nails scratching at the duct's ventilation cover, Ms. Absalduntian gave up after failing to recover the lost fortune. She descended into a funk that fouled her mood for weeks, never reading the remaining slips of paper, which, unbenown to her, foretold her loss of the first fortune and predicted that she would descend for a few weeks into a foul mood, only emerging from it, toward the end of October, to meet her true love.
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