“She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. Anna hailed a bus. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. “His dress for no man lays a snare; A man scores always, everywhere.
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