The brunette took a deep, slow breath, breathing in fortification against Miss Borgin’s taunts and exhaling her anger—or trying to, at any rate. Miss Borgin must truly have struggles in her life to have become so nasty, the sensible part of her reasoned, and at the end of the day, did this truly matter?
“I hope it’s cursed,” she muttered, unable to fully commit to the high road.
“I hope it’s cursed,” she muttered, unable to fully commit to the high road.
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