>>19941665Noire slams a 'gold sovereign' (an electroplated Spaghetti Town dime) on the fortune teller's table.
>Read plenty pulp novels, a handful a' the classics, an' even a couple o' dirt sheets in my short time on this trash ball we call earth, but I can't say I've ever read the stars>So what do them burnin' balls o' gas have to say about my future?>More gold than a synagogue full a' leprechauns? >Enough belts to make Nomura blush? Noire suddenly fixes her eyes on the mysterious fortune teller and squints.
>Say, I know you from somewhere?>Hmm... Nah, I guess you jes' have one a' them faces..