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she's choking on her own elixirs, bury her in the earth so there's more room up here. she doesn't like taking up space, she's a lady after all. but the soil is rotten and already full of too many sad little things, it can't stand to hold any more. perhaps she should be burned at the stake, like the ones before her. her broomstick is broken, she can't fly into into the ravine. I guess she'll just have to jump.
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
Witch
she's choking on her own elixirs, bury her in the earth so there's more room up here. she doesn't like taking up space, she's a lady after all. but the soil is rotten and already full of too many sad little things, it can't stand to hold any more. perhaps she should be burned at the stake, like the ones before her. her broomstick is broken, she can't fly into into the ravine. I guess she'll just have to jump.
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
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