As we sat next to the table, she was reading her magic book. She was so beautiful like this, her wavy hair fell down, her shiny fingers tightened on the book. She looked up, caught me staring; I tried to look away, but I was not fast enough. As I looked back, she was still looking at me with the wicked smile. She was judging me, as always. But even like this, she is still the one who understands me. You know, you are a good witch and a very beautiful one...
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