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Today's Stichomancy for Avril Lavigne

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic:

eyeing him in not unkindly fashion over his glass. "You've been so plumb full of sand all the while--I didn't think you'd weaken now. Why, we're within two days of home, now--and for you to get rattled at this late hour--you ought to be ashamed of yourself"

The Scotchman looked into the bottom of his glass, as he turned it thoughtfully round. "I'm relieved to see the way you take it," he said, after a pause. With increased hesitation he went dryly on: "I've never enquired minutely into the circumstances of the flotation. It has not seemed to be my business to do so, and upon


The Market-Place
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving:

of rural wealth, on which he had so often gloated, he went straight to the stable, and with several hearty cuffs and kicks roused his steed most uncourteously from the comfortable quarters in which he was soundly sleeping, dreaming of mountains of corn and oats, and whole valleys of timothy and clover.

It was the very witching time of night that Ichabod, heavy hearted and crest-fallen, pursued his travels homewards, along the sides of the lofty hills which rise above Tarry Town, and which he had traversed so cheerily in the afternoon. The hour was as dismal as himself. Far below him the Tappan Zee spread its dusky and indistinct waste of waters, with here and there the


The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber:

flap.

Orville, you may remember, left at 8:19. The 11:23 bore Terry Chicago-ward. She had left the house as it was--beds unmade, rooms unswept, breakfast table uncleared. She intended never to come back.

Now and then a picture of the chaos she had left behind would flash across her order-loving mind. The spoon on the tablecloth.

Orville's pajamas dangling over the bathroom chair. The coffeepot on the gas stove.

"Pooh! What do I care?"

In her pocketbook she had a tidy sum saved out of the


One Basket