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... rd this warning of an untimely death, he doubled over with laughter. "Why do you always want to see me dead?"
The fortune-teller spoke again, "Hey, Gun."
Lee Gun threw popcorn at his fortune-teller friend for the nonsense talk. It was quite noisy outside the tiny pub. "If your predictions really worked, I would've gone on numerous dates with the Grim Reaper by now. If the police compiled the many ways you said I would die, they would've accumulated several volumes' worth of reports." ...
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