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my father. They were family, they didn't expect anything from me, just enjoyed my presence and allowed me to exist with them and I was grateful for that. Soon, I would be missing them terribly. I flipped the phone open and typed S.O.S. I took another puff and exhaled before t

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wouldn't flag the conversation as it wouldn't make sense. I was paranoid, for obvious reasons, though Zoey didn't know the particulars, she was a human witch, so secrets I, unfortunately, had to keep to myself.

ounced. Maggie waved a cup in the air, no doubt full of delicious coffee, caramel, and creamy goodness. I smiled, grabbing my apron and wiping the tears with the back

p the chant and I melted into the fray of jazz music and buzzing energy with a beaming smile on my face. I'd

me of the patrons as I moved through my duties, I sang along with an acoustic guitar to a song I'd never heard. This was as close to being natural as I got. My hoodie was tied around my waist. My dark caramel tresses down, hiding the scars, skin free to the air. The people congregating here w