Literature
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The weather is nice enough to go out and walk in the park. At least, that's what I thought for the first 5 minutes. But then I ran into a little girl, maybe 5 or 6, playing with her older brother. The parents were sitting on the soft, juicy grass, beaming. I looked at them and realized they'd be all dead by midnight. A car accident.
What you're thinking right now must be something along the lines of 'what the fuck is wrong with you?!'. The answer is: a lot. Shitty childhood, insecurities, no prospects for future... you name it. The biggest problem, however, is this uncanny ability of mine. To put it shortly, when I look at someone, I know wh