Chapter 17: Stalked

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Witches brew? Was made by the devil. I couldn't help the groan of agony that escaped me as I staggered out of my motel room door and onto the sidewalk, blearily staring up into the sun for a moment. Asshole sun. It really needed to stop beaming so brightly and happily over everything when I was just so very miserable. How had things gone so terribly wrong when last night things had finally felt perfectly right? But, there was a lot of blur involved, too, so how did I know my evening didn't end in some kind of horrendous tragedy I'd regret forever and ever, amen? I was going to kill those witches. I stumbled through the parking lot, staggering into my car. Carol didn't seem concerned when I bounced off her. Useless and utterly unsupportive. I needed to trade her in for a newer model. I r

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