A few years ago, in real life, my mom regularly met with a psychic who was also a real estate agent. One day, my mom sought her clairvoyant insights into a house she had been trying to buy. The psychic was incensed that my mom had been using another realtor. I guess she had a point: why bother with a real estate agent who isn’t blessed with the gift of the second sight? For better or worse, their relationship ended there.
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