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The Psychic Bitch

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I can't handle touch – I can't handle the nightmares.

I'm psychic, cursed, and alone. To touch someone is to see their ugliness. I've seen enough ugliness: the dead; the disasters; the wasting diseases. I hate it. Finding love seems impossible.

I've learned to keep my head down and pretend to read palms for cash. But the police always find me, begging… pleading…

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