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True Fate |
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Sagittarius (23. 11.-21. 12.) |
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Career: Sagittarius, a career change is coming. You will be sent to the North Pole. It will still be winter and like living on the dark side of the moon: there will be no other humans. Love: Your new post will be terribly lonely indeed. Your only friend will be a lost Walrus, which you will later believe to be a good looking member of the opposite sex. Yes, the days will rush past like a frozen river. The only sounds will be the cruel wind, your heart beat, and the Walrus's senseless cry for love . . . Soon the Walrus will no longer look like a tremulous blob of frozen blubber to you, but more like the companion you are now desperate to hold in your arms. Money: Only now will you realise that you have been fooled. No amount of money is enough for living under such conditions. Your cabin is to small, the roof leaks, there is no hot water, and when the Walrus goes to bed, you are forced to sleep on the floor. Health: Sorry Sagittarius your supplies will run out. You will be struck by cabin fever. You will rant and rave, pull out your hair, babble endlessly with yourself while making absurd accusations. You will shout at the poor beast, crying: I dont no why I let you in here! You lie around the whole day like a beached wale and do nothing! Why dont you get out there a catch us some fish??? And then you will come to yourself suddenly and begin to weep; for now you will remember that the Walrus, your companion, is no longer a Walrus at all, but a giant pot of sorry soup . . . Sagittarius, watch your weight, Walrus meat is 90% blubber. |
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