Nonfiction | June 01, 2006
Runes and Incantations
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I’ve always believed in signs and will do almost anything to predict the future. Often the first to pry open my fortune amid the remains of a Chinese dinner, I inhale the smell of the cookie itself as prophecy: that honeyed shellac, the faintest bitter whiff of lemon.
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