“Now that my guess is in, I pull the paper from the cookie, pulling it close to my face so I can read the tiny letters. Only one word is printed, but it has the power to turn all the blood in my veins to ice. Because my “fortune” is not that at all—it’s a message. A greeting. “Boo.” 🤣🤣
— Jun 13, 2025 08:04AM
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