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The Good Witch

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By thomas coriellPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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In an instant I knew where I was! The heat, the screams, oh damned be all. They sent me to the wrong place. I'm the good witch and was supposed to stay in purgatory to aid in the transition of the other fairies and witch goddess's to move freely threw this life to the next. Oh damned be,surely not me, the one who strived to do all things right! Now look at me all hot and sweaty, but with ease did I go and always to know thine enemy when a witch ye are!

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