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Mr. Gygax had someone cast "feign death" upon him, and he ran off to the Caymans with a bunch of money he stole from the disenfranchised, helpless red dragons living several kilometers to the east of Cardiff. I asked my fortune teller about it last night, and even though she kicked me and threatened to call the police if I didn't leave at once, I understood what she was trying to tell me. Not to brag or anything, but I'm a real master of reading between the lines, especially when it comes to being kicked by fortune tellers. And for 4000 euros I'd be glad to train any Expert Fortune-Teller-Shin-Kick-Interpreters who visit these halcyon forums.
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