“Letter C. The one meant for you got a name beginning with letter C.”

“C? Crap. A lot of people in the world is named with a C!”

“Initial letter darling, initial. And that one, mind you, got a mole. Ahhmm...”

“A mole!??”

“Yes, darling. Not one. Not two. But three. One mole on the face, on the chest, and on the…you know.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“That person will be the one who will truly love you. Because all those moles are connected to each other.”

“So, that one will have to fill the heart’s content?”

“You must be ually deprived darling. Meaning, that person won’t be having , but will always be making love. And mind you again, both of you got a mole on your chests.”

“How will I know if that person got a mole on the you-know. Do I need to check on the you-know? Or ask all the C-people in the world if they got a mole on the you-know?”

“Do I still need to answer that darling???”

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Sandara Park is out again to find the C in her life!

Or not.

And rot.