Orion raised up his head and watch, sadly, the star constellations; his pants were falling loose.
The end.
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- Sir Helder Amos
- I started studying occultism and the tarot cards looking for clarity in my early 20s because I was going thru a dark time, and now in my 30s I use the experience, knowledge and abilities I gained with the cards to bring light and hope to the people in need, because I know what it's like!
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- 645 - The new apartment.
- 644 - Orion's belt.
- 643 - The running shoes.
- 642 - Lies.
- 641 - The monster of the wardrobe.
- 640 - The perfect play.
- 639 - The gnomes of the garden.
- 638 - Know thy limits.
- 637 - Eavesdropping or The telephone wires.
- 636 - The checkered tablecloth.
- 635 - The magical garden.
- 634 - The transformation.
- 633 - A few moths later after the tornado.
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