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The late 20th century seer, Mr. Kenny, glanced around the room at the seance participants as they sat, transfixed, waiting with baited breath for the next pronouncement to fall from his all-seeing, mouing (and maybe just a little too-too red) lips, then he picked up the next card and intoned heavily, »Yup. Toldja so. Impending doom for all.«
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