"I see ... a woman," Myx said. He was using a far-off, halting voice.
"Myx, we're alone here in the dark on Main Street." I was always taking Myx literally, when, by now, I should know better.
"This woman--she's in a land far away. Yes ... it is becoming clearer."
We were at the storefront of a local psychic, and suddenly it all made sense. Myx was giving me a reading. I'd say a free reading, but just dealing with Myx was payment enough.
"O Wise One, what does this woman look like?" I figured I'd play along.
"She has--two eyes," Myx said assuredly.
"Two?"
"One for seeing, and one ... for knowing."
"Isn't the third eye usually for that?" Maybe I should have shut up.
"She uses her third eye for Deal Or No Deal--to try and guess the suitcase," Myx said, unperturbed.
"And do you have any predictions, O Great One?"
"Wise One is better," Myx said.
"O Wise One."
"I predict this woman won't take any of your BS."
"You didn't have to be psychic for that," I said.
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