To all the witches I've known,
I'll remember Dana Beth most.
That cackle, those warts, the way she swings her broomstick...
To think, I'll only get to see her pushed into an oven one last time. *sniff, sniff*
At least I shall have this fierce cape and hat as a reminder.
xoxo,
Carl
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