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The witch is dead? Can this be? My sister is gone, so why am I happy? Am I the wicked and not the good? Are these feelings I'm feeling to be understood? If the wicked do not rest will she find her peace? Did the evil she possess get passed on to me? There's a smile on my face to mask my pain. I will mirror the Munchins celebration in vain. "Ding ****  They cheer parading down the road, celebrating Dorothy and her little dog, Toto. She murdered my sibling by her twisting home. She came from Kansas a place unknown. Who is the child, that is getting applause? A demon to destroy the Witches of Oz? I need to send her back with a simple spell, back to Kansas; back to hell. I may be the next witch on her list, to eradicate with a house that twists. The Emerald wizard will answer her call. For there’s no place like home, after all.
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
Inside The Mind Of Glinda, The Good Witch Of The South