Don’t Tell ME

I was in a city with Michael that had a big bridge. We went into this very small wooden structure to have our cards read by a psychic with bright orange hair. I was pissed by what she had to say, so I threw two of her tarot cards in a nearby trashcan and started running as fast as I could down street. I ran across an intersection with no crosswalk onto a big bridge with Michael running fast trying to catch up to me. I looked out at the astonishing view.