Day Fifty-One. Palm Reader

During a late night walk back to the apartment from drinks in the meatpacking district, we passed a ‘Palm Reader’ sign. Knowing my sister I knew we wouldn’t ignore it.
While palms were being read, I was stuck in the lobby at 3am with this little guy ‘Bomber’.

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