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I've always been the one in my friendship group who's a little "woo woo", if you will.
You know the type… I've dabbled in making vision boards, messed about with the odd crystal necklace that promises to enhance my love life, and written in my manifestation journal by the light of the full moon. You get the vibe.
But I always thought I'd draw the line at seeing a psychic.It just seemed like a surefire way to spend money I don't have… all with the potential of piquing my anxiety with warnings of doom, or ruining the surprise of meeting the love of my life in an unexpected street corner meet-cute (a girl can dream!).
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That all changed when a group of friends bought me a voucher to see a psychic as a birthday present.
That's how I found myself one Friday afternoon in an oddly corporate CBD office waiting to meet 'Angel', the clairvoyant who was about to reveal all, or so I thought. The anticipation felt like an odd mix between pre-first-date jitters and the rush of nerves before a job interview.























