Tossed another letter into the box of pain. It is a big box. Pulled the King of Spades. Heed this warning. Air sign man with scars is watching you still. He's self serving. You don't say? Then the King of Hearts. He's not talkative and carries a sword ready to smite his enemy. He's got his hand over his heart and he looks tired. And me, (pull now) I'm the Queen of Hearts. Advising him. A little gray but good natured. Off with his fucking head, dear. The Queen of Diamonds is materialistic and cares nothing for you. She's a lowly gossip. Everyone figures it out in time. There's jealousy and ill will too. Ask your mom.
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