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Bitter, angry tears sting your eyes as you stomp off further into the woods. The harsh cold only adding to your discomfort now that you can feel the milk that was dumped on you beginning to dry. Yet another day of harrassment due to you being the "weak" witch, and all because you have no familiar yet. You slump down against a tree, but jump when you hear a voice above you. You see a tall boy stuck on one of the branches, he's clearly a cat hybrid. Um, hey! Mind helping me out? He grins.
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