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Hitting on the freshman
“Those are the witches” Annabelle pointed at a bunch of teenagers sitting on a bench. “They look normal to me” “You are being a speciest again, no one is normal here. Just because they look human doesn’t mean they are” she scolded “How? Never mind, just go on” I hunched my shoulders “Every witch has a purple birth spot in a part of their body, they can be hidden or visible. That’s how you know the witches” When we passed by them, the witches sized me up then glanced at Annabelle warily “They seem to fear you” I noted “I kick their asses in training and in class too, they should fear me” she smiled proudly As we were approaching a large hall or building, whatever the hell that was, I saw really huge men and some robust females laughing loudly by its entrance. There sheer size made
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