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Carla dropped a hint that “March” was a good month for me. Well March came, so I was not sitting there waiting, but curious. Well… low and behold – he was at my door last Saturday 3/15 @ 1am!


I spoke this day to find what or where I stood with this guy. Carla immediately said to me, “You reacted out of anger when he didn’t show up on Valentine’s Day.” (Which I did, but rightfully so, as a woman.) Carla stated that he was angry and not sure he bought how I reacted.

Carla did state that he loves me, and STILL saw marriage – which she has seen since Aug 2013. So nothing changed with her insight, but she did advise that I give him a ‘taste of his own medicine’ and make him feel as if there was someone else. She said, “Don’t answer his text, phone calls or even when he is at your front door.” I asked her, “When is he going to be at my front door?” She said, “I am not going to tell you, because you will not adhere to my advice. You will only delay what is going to happen for you both.”

Carla dropped a hint that “March” was a good month for me. Well March came, so I was not sitting there waiting, but curious.

Well… low and behold – he was at my door last Saturday 3/15 @ 1am!

Carla advised – “Don’t answer if he comes to your door, because he will wonder if can still ‘mark his territory.'”  (Of course, I didn’t answer, but watched through the window – him just sitting there.)

Now I know why Carla said she wouldn’t tell me – because she knew I would get dolled up that day, and she knew he was my weakness!

Will keep you posted.

Anna
Florida

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Internationally renowned psychic/medium ~ star of "Haunting Evidence"(truTV), "MysteryQuest" (History Channel), “Psychic Hollywood: The Search for Truth” (E! Entertainment), "Dead Famous" (Biography), MTV's FEAR, "Psychic Detectives", ABC's Primetime, WE tv, 20/20 on WE

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