The Elder Witch's Curse
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Tch, why me Grandma? Those humans are pathetic, why must I waste anything on such simple minded beings. Ugh! This is such a fucking bother.. But here I go again talking to you, If it'll give you peace while you rest with mom, I will succeed with no fail for you, you old hag... I miss you.
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