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So, on the first day of the month, having collected everything I need, I hit the road. When I leave the house, I turn off my phone and stumble over a marble pebble. “Here are the chambers…”

Turning the pebble in my hands, I lightly throw it into my backpack. My intentions are the most serious. “Are you waiting for someone?”

Taking a nickle out of my pocket, I throw it into an advertising stand. – Let me tell fortunes. I reach out my hand. I smile at the good mood. – Your train, gypsy! – Nyis.