We Tried To Be Serious
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Last published Mon, Nov 13, 2017
'He never sounds quite sane we he talks. It's like...' I smiled. Every piece of him just reminded me of home. Sometimes speaking to him even makes me feel remotely normal. Like our huge differences were merely non existent. 'It's like he's one of us.'
'But you do realize that despite all this...' my friend looked at me, obviously irked, with bewildered eyes, '....he's still a muggle. And very taken.' I frowned. She continued.
'Like super taken.'
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When a young and restless witch decides to find peace in the muggle world, she finds herself in a position where she may or may not become a home-wrecker. But it's all good....but it really isn't.
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