Now, for all this whishy-washy and tall-tale-telling, this could all be a fabrication, for all I know. My parents could have conjured this all from nil to make me feel not so bad about my peculiar traits. But I highly doubt that. I like to think of it as an authentic account of my ambivalent birth.
In spite of the fact that it involves a dirty witch practically kissing me.
Es thinks it's funny. I tried to murder her. Oops - she's a spirit, can’t be killed.
(Least I tried, though.)
Boy, writing this is fun.
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Sort of Dead
Humor**This book features short, fun, snappy chapters** **Perfectly fine as a standalone** [Caution: may pack a couple of gutpunches.] "First things first: this is the story of how I die. Over and over again." __________________________________ Marra is...
