I grin when I’m finally released from the confines of that bottle. The old hag who sealed me in there was going to pay. When the dust settles I look at the old bat ready to make her life hell. My grin drops when I realize I’m not looking at the old witch who sealed me like a dammed genie. You’re not the old had who sealed me.
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1notmostamazingpich
31/03/2025