Renee was sitting alone in her room, scrutinising the Tarot reading before her. She couldn't make meaning of it. It was like there was a block in her mind. But she'd created these cards herself. There had a to be a connection. There had to be a reason.
She wasn't mad. She just didn't know what to do yet. She wasn't mad... right?
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She wasn't mad. She just didn't know what to do yet. She wasn't mad... right?
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