"Well...so anyways,I was looking at your album.David must had sold it without telling me.I 'did' give him all of your albums...but...just seeing that he had sold it made me feel so...so conflicted.The only thing I can figure is at that exact moment I must have been an emotional mess...it must have brought some kind of mental clarity.
"Suddenly,this lady comes over-thin,tan,straight colored blond hair.She looks like a runner-sinewy,around 45-46.She puts her arm around my back and asks if she can help me.
"I look at her,and just beyond her,in the reflection of the inside of the storefront window,I see her reflection..and she looks totally different.She has a staff in her hand.On the top of it,there is this sort of silver triangle with like a diamond in the middle of it.And in this reflection it looks like she's skewering me through the torso with it."
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