Maggie finished her General’s Chicken and asked for the bill. When her server came and laid it on the table, she also gave Maggie a single fortune cookie, which Maggie immediately cracked open.
She ate half of the cookie as she read the slip of paper: “You will die by old age.”
Maggie smiled and put the paper in her purse as she withdrew her handbook. After paying, she left the restaurant to return to work.
Maggie would never make it. As she crossed the busy street, a car ran her over and killed her.
The driver was 96 years old.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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