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-Clara- Anjara did not ask me to pay for her stilettos, for which I am grateful since they are expensive, but her friends did ask the money for their hair extensions to Blanche and her friends. I guess it is because they noticed that the witches had a little too much fun burning them. None of the witches complained about paying, not only because they have money to do it, but because Blanche and her friends enjoyed fighting and loosen their hair with the fairies. Blanche had still in her system all about Leon, throwing a couple of punches was almost therapeutical for her. While in the cold cell, memories of my passed experience at Blood Moon were erased by my personal dreamcatcher, Josh. He held me keeping me warm. My personal heater was glad to be hugged by me, and he sniffed