As I peel away the thin plastic, the only inedible layer between me and a piece of paper that will give an inkling of the minutes and hours to follow, I pause.
I pause because this is my last blissful moment of living life carefree without the weight of my ENTIRE future crushing my weak scapulas – surely causing nerve damage and a life filled with chiropractor appointments and massages.
Perhaps I am being merely melodramatic. Perhaps not.
I will let you decide after reading the message that spilled out of my slightly stale fortune cookie one fateful Sunday. A silly nonsensical phrase pumped out by a company in California or an omniscient presence making a cryptic plea to a previously oblivious recipient?
We’ll see. What do you think?
**Cue scary, foreboding music**
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