During a recent publicity outing, Hillary sneaked off to visit afortune teller of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room,peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news.”There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just be blunt: Prepareyourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent andhorrible death this year.”Visibly shaken, Hillary stared at the woman’s lined face, then atthe single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took afew deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know. Shemet the fortune teller’s gaze, steadied her voice, and asked herquestion:”Will I be acquitted?

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