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Wicce (2nd Edition)

Wicce (2nd Edition)

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Charlotte Branson dreaded her graduation day. All the students at the college were celebrating except her. Everyone seemed to already have a plan, a future while she had nothing. She was worried about just putting food on the table at home. Then one day she came across an ad in the classifieds for a job at Westminster University and her fortune started to turn. She got her dream job as secretary at the Anthropology department and even met her new boyfriend, the varsity football star. Just when everything seemed almost perfect, she discovered that her boss was not who he seemed. The eccentric Anthropology professor, Dean Brinkley, showed her a side of reality she never thought possible. Elated, she felt special for the first time in her life with her new found talents. Obsessed with her new life, her new self, Charlotte began to take everything for granted...until it was too late. Because of her foolishness, the most precious thing in her life might now be ripped from her forever.
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