Sniper + Psychic = Thorn Rhyme

A naturally-gifted shootist and naturally psychic 'sensibilities' woman bond over the Earthling language(s) of (shared?) personal magic/theosophy downs.

A psyche/skill 'faerie-tale' of sorts, vignette. Happy Summer (thanks so much for reading), 

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Amlan Satan, a target-master and weekend recreational shootist, liked visiting his American Homeland shooting-range to practice and perfect his 'fantastic' skill with shooting a handgun. He didn't want to develop his acumen of targeting for forest-hunting (animalia-kills), however; and all he thought about was what the skill made him feel like and think about concerning his Selfie age and culture of social pedestrian traffic intuitions of Earth training and life-confidence applications for human transit storytelling. Ezzy Harris, a telepath, kept her 'dark' (as she called it) gift of psychic 'super' powers a rich secret. She'd told her American Homeland doctor (psychologist/therapist) her journal scribble of natural Earthling deep-hypnosis of teleporting objects for inner-demons of Selfie identification for universe/physics 'connectedness.' She thought if she revealed her inner-revelation, Earth folks in the American Homeland would label her as a simplified lunatic (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: Funny to catch you here in this Homeland-Jersey billiards-cave, lady!

EZZY: I find you funny and you strike our contact funny because we similar.

AMLAN: Hey, I'm a target-master, and pool/tables invoke in me 1-2-3 pocket-art.

EZZY: I can see you take pool as an efficiency abacus, fool (ha).

AMLAN: What're you psychic, Ezzy Harris (hmmm)?

EZZY: Maybe I am, Amlan Satan...maybe billiards-balls remind me of chance.

AMLAN: Chance and motion and the art of placement is what pool energy is, no?

EZZY: I have the psychic-sense you're a target-shooter and gun-range trekker!

AMLAN: What if I claimed I have 'guess' that you're an emotionalist/magician?

EZZY: Magician, fool?

AMLAN: You strike me as an Earth-woman deep-hypnotized by mortal illusions!

EZZY: So, where we are at a billiards-cave, Saturday, talking aim-and-floating.

AMLAN: Maybe we're opposites (Facebook-like).

Amlan and Ezzy started dating, friends. This was a very unusual relationship, to be sure (wow). Ezzy didn't disclose her 'dark' (as she still called it) secret about telepathy-fascination and inner-consciousness 'feelings' of universe objects moving for personalized magic/electricity! Amlan, however, took her to his fave Homeland-Jersey gun-range and showcased his 'fantastic' target-master acumen pre-presentation of his vast hypnosis-activity with comic books, offering tales/imagery of 'fantastic' beings (mostly humanoids) who exhibited both acrobatic aim for heroics/danger and inner-mentalism super-magic for the float of all things of universe wonder. So, friends, it seemed that Amlan courted his somewhat glimmering guesswork that Ezzy was simply more inner-mind deep thought contemplative/sentimentalist Selfie sensitive than she shared in chat(s) and would be 'delighted' with comic-tales/imagery of 'fantastic' humanoids with acumen for targeting...and teleportation (hmmm).

AMLAN: I've been drafted for services, wife!

EZZY: Hubby, I'd not dream this unanticipated escalation (Iran) would draw you!

AMLAN: Maybe all those Saturday-trips (with ya) to the target-range honed me!

EZZY: I'll make paintings of us while you're in the War, hubby (fair?).

AMLAN: I won't worry...I've this 'guess' I married a sensitive...telepath, wife.

EZZY: Maybe I envision your (safe!) return to the American Homeland, for corn!
AMLAN: I'll write in my war/battlefield(s) journal, "Psychic wife predicts life."

EZZY: Certainly that shall grant you magic-confidence for survivalism, hubby.

AMLAN: You've read my mind (Selfie-like).

EZZY: Maybe we're both handicapped, hubby...for home-return corn-meal text.

AMLAN: Cool (God's wonders).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)