There are sparks. I can feel them.
They're getting larger with each replying email.
I refuse to submit. My head refuses to bend.
I will hold on to my beliefs till the day I'm driven out of here
- or when I leave, in peace.
I'm a witch. I'm an evil bimbo. The most evil if there ever was one. But then there never will be one coz bimbos are never evil.
Somethings are brewing. No, not coffee.
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