I’ve never had much faith in tarot cards or fortune tellers–after all, my last palm reading involved the words “infertility” and “twin boys”–but I couldn’t help but be intrigued when Victoria’s Secret invited me to get my “love fortune” told by a lipstick-kiss fortune teller (yes, that’s a job) in its monstrous Herald Square store. I mean, your lips are the window to your… mouth, aren’t they?

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