The man hadn't shaved for a couple of days. His clothing was clean but rumpled. His eyes were haunted, shifting nervously this way and that. He avoided looking at her.

He waved a hand. "I performed a ritual. It's a very old, pre- Druidic rite. It was part of my research for my degree in anthropology gayfetishxxx. I did it during the planetary alignment a few weeks ago, when gayfetishxxx the ancients believed cosmic forces were strongest. Did you know an alignment like that only happens every thousand years? I won't gayfetishxxx tell you the details of the ritual, but it involves sacrificing small animals and dancing naked around a stone circle under a full moon."

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She flipped the coin gayfetishxxx, let it land on her desk. It did come down heads. "That's not very impressive," she said. "Fifty-fifty chance."

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Heads.

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