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I Spell Trouble
I despise liars, don’t you?
They possess a certain smugness, arrogance derived from being less gullible, more deceitful than the average person. They are constrained by the ordinary, however.
Emilio most of all.
To Emilio a rose is a rose. A cat is a cat. A black cloud looming overhead means rain. And me? Well, I’m a woman of no discernible talents.
To me a rose is a spell. A cat is pyewacket. A black cloud looming overhead spears lightning. And me? I’m the most vindictive witch, quite literally, he’ll ever encounter.
Bad day to ride a scooter, Emilio.