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My Marble?
Persephone's POV. Cornell, or whoever the f**k he is, has to be smoking something. In fact, thinking back to the day that Damien jokingly suggested the same thing, I feel like he may also be smoking something. Of course, I am a little bit curious about this 'theory' of Cornell's because this is the second time I am hearing it but despite my curiosity, I am also annoyed as f**k. Where I come from, calling someone a witch so casually can be very offensive and besides, you don't see me going around with coloured eyes and long nails, making pointless incantations and talking to myself-- so why would you call me a witch? "You can't be serious right?" I say in between a laugh. "Look Perse--" "No no, You listen!'' I point at Cornell in anger "This is the second time that I am hearing tha
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