Prediction Number Two Hits Close to Home.
Second point screamed “Communicate Clearly”. Cue awkward laugh. See, my neighbor Linda borrowed my fancy garden shears two months ago. Super passive Virgo me kept dropping “subtle” hints like, “Gosh, trimming roses is tough with regular scissors!” Predictions lit a fire. March right over? Nah. Texted her: “LINDA. I NEED MY BIG BLUE SHEARS BACK PLEASE.” Felt terrifying. She apologized! Returned them an hour later, slightly rusty. But hey, progress? Proof horoscopes might actually know stuff.