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We went to the psychic by accident; we were trying to find the new pierogi place, hungry and excited and thirsty for dark Polish beers. She watered the plants on her stoop and waved to us, pointed at the neon eye in the window. It was bright in there, every surface shining with the light reflecting off her crystals, her kitten snoozing on the record player. She played the BeeGees and turned over cards,...