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Today's Stichomancy for Cindy Crawford

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine:


"They say he's a dead shot. I'm a few with a gun myself. We'll ride down to the plains together, and find a good lonely spot suitable for a graveyard. Then one of us will ride away, and the other will stay, or perhaps both of us will stay."

She shuddered. "No--no--no. I won't have it."

"Afraid something might happen to me, ma'am?" he asked, with a queer laugh,

"I won't have it."

"Afraid, perhaps, he might be the one left for the coyotes and the buzzards?"

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic:

not let these stupid little things happen to annoy me. Why just think what you did. I was going to do God knows what for you--make your fortune and everything else,--and you didn't show consideration enough for me to get out of bed at a decent hour--much less see to it that I had a chair if you were going to have one."

"Upon my word, I can't tell how ashamed and sorry I am," Lord Plowden assured him, with fervent contrition in his voice.

"Well, those are the things to guard against," said Thorpe, approaching a dismissal of the subject.

The Market-Place
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London:

exception. He alone endured and prospered, matching the husky in strength, savagery, and cunning. Then he was a masterful dog, and what made him dangerous was the fact that the club of the man in the red sweater had knocked all blind pluck and rashness out of his desire for mastery. He was preeminently cunning, and could bide his time with a patience that was nothing less than primitive.

It was inevitable that the clash for leadership should come. Buck wanted it. He wanted it because it was his nature, because he had been gripped tight by that nameless, incomprehensible pride of the trail and trace--that pride which holds dogs in the toil to the