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As he walked, he felt the prickly feeling in the palm of his right hand again, a burning sensation accompanying it as the cold winter air rushed over it. He pulled his hand from his pocket to examine his palm, and when he saw what was there, he stopped walking. In the weak light of a street lamp, he saw two words etched into his palm...
This morning just got a whole lot worse.
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