Word for the weekend: tenebrous

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as in:

As a lark, "w" and Turd Blossom popped into the gypsy's tent to see what the future held for them. As she held the little ones smooth, pink hands in her own the seer's face suddenly became ashen, her shoulders fell into a slouch and a single tear began to roll down her cheek. Rove, who was a tad drunk, belched, "What do ya see?" The young gypsy woman who seemed to be aging by the second murmured, "I see his soul, his soul....its so tenebrous...