In a dark and hazy room, the fortune teller peered
into a crystal ball, and delivered grave news:

"There's no easy way to tell you this, so I'll be blunt.
Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die
a violent and horrible death this year."

Visibly shaken, Linda stared at the fortune teller's lined face,
then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.

She took a few deep breaths to compose herself and
stop her mind racing. She simply had to know.

She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice and asked,
"Will I be acquitted?"

(For some reason, wives tend to like this joke :-))
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:-) :-)
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:-) :-)
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Oh this isn't a Stogie Cat cartoon so I didn't read it. :-)


Oh well read it anyway and … :-) :-) :-)
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Next time, I'll include pictures for you, Sweetheart.:-)
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Ha ha! Good one!
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:-)
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