The spell has broken.

The wicked witch had cast a spell on me and turned me into an old hag that wouldn't be lifted until hallows eve. But, I though and though of how I could break the spell. I was listening to the radio and the weather man was predicting rain in the forecast. So I came up with a plan to coarse the witch to come over. As planned by the weather man the rains came it pour down in bucket, the witch began beating on her broom but, the broom just laughed and laughed, soon the witch let out a horrendous screech, then poof she was gone. As I began to shout I did it, I did it, the wicked witch is dead the spell lifted and I began dancing, singing and feeling beautiful again.

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Betty MaBear boop.

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