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Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven “Hi!” Stacey waves me over to a small corner booth where she and another woman are already sitting. She shoots me a warm smile. “So glad you could make it.” “Thank you for inviting me.” I return the same smile. People don’t usually ask me places. They find me weird and quirky… even for a witch. Then again, maybe it's the witch thing that stops people from inviting me places. My kind don't always have the best reputation. But that doesn’t seem to bother Stacey. If anything, she probably perhaps the same thing happens to her, she just knows how to deal with it better. I sit down on the seat next to a woman that looks around my age, although that's deceptive in the paranormal world. She’s drinking some kind of cocktail and while she vibes nice enough, she has a hard, guarde
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