Petty fortune telling is the field of the wishful

Totally F***ed Up. Gregg Araki (1993)

James shuffled the pack and gave one card to each of four strangers. His face gave nothing away. A cunning smile. He was Madame Delphine de Girardin entertaining Victor Hugo. Cards face down. One by one we turned them over. Julian. Four of diamonds. “Mummy’s favourite.” Olivia. Six of spades. “Vixen.” Shannon. Five of hearts. “Daddy’s princess.” I turned my card. Ace of diamonds. A sigh. “Shameless boy.” This was fun, I thought.

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