"For what it's worth, I cast my lot with yours."
The witch looks up from burying her face in her arms, her eyes stained red with tears.
"Quoting games at me again, doll?"
The doll smiles a little bit.
"Maybe. But I mean it."
The witch smiles.
What is a writer?
A miserable little pile of words!
Call me MP or Miz
Fiction attempted, with various levels of success.
Yes, I do need help, thank you for noticing.
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