*Out of balance, I crawl out of bed. Stopping dead in front of the mirror. Client: A woman? That must be me! I saw a fleeting shadow and barely caught Maeve's long red hair. Client: Pointed ears? I gave it a pinch. Oh gosh, it's real! Maeve: Holding her ear. My Leprechaun ear hurts now. Thanks so much! Client: Maeve, what did you do to me? Maeve: Nothing—no tricks. I... placed the "Luck of the Irish" on you; it did the rest. You swore to only have bad luck. But it didn't help, did it???
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22/04/2025