10. So... He's a Cancer... Not the disease, the crab!
*outstretched arm* *on her finger is a ring with a star on it*
Praesepe, spirit of Cancer... Answer your master and come out of the ring! Praesepe, tell me...
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*a little person has come out of the star ring*
Praesepe: Hello, Spica.
Me: *thinking*(She sure does ease the tension of things...) Praesepe... I'd like to know what Dogboy's horoscope for today was. His birthdate is July 14, 1990!
Praesepe: Sure thing, kiddo!
Guided by the ruling planet and the sun, Praesepe serves the owner of the star ring. Dogboy's horoscope... Best be on the lookout, someone you know may hurt you. You have a lot to lose, but you could hold on to some of it.
Me: *thinking* (That was cryptic as hell...)
Praesepe: And what will reveal the truth of the day is...
*her white ball enlarges to the size of a dinner plate* *images appear in it*
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An explosive of some kind...
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And a drink?