Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. “thank you, rachel,” he said, carefully reaching for my hand as trent stiffened. “welcome back, my itchy witch.
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Al Was Standing A Bare Three Feet
Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. “thank you, rachel,” he said, carefully reaching for my hand as trent stiffened. “welcome back, my itchy witch.
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