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15 years after he had said goodbye, he came back. He came back because she asked him to. She didn’t really want him to come back, though. Her sister, Melinda, wanted him to come back. She wanted him to go away and never return. Melinda said to, though, so she asked him to return. Melinda had complete power over her sister, Clover.
“morning, Clover,” he said as he walked through the gate. “morning, sir reginald,” she said.
“morning, melinda,” he said.
“morning, reginald,” said melinda.
“where am I to stay?” said reginald. “how purely wicked of me,” said melinda. “come, let me show


bottleshe bent all of her power upon it, within the boat, to create that portal. Magic going down, down, deep down into the ocean. In her chambers, her power was upon the bottle. nobody really cared when the old witch died, but they left her belongings alone. her sister, a wizened old crone, stole a single item from her rooms. A small greenish bottle, thrust into the mother's pocket at the burial ceremony. Nothing much, she thought that it contained the liquor that her sister was famous for creating. nothing good enough to even get her l minor fortune, but enough to buy the set of rooms in the inn. the aged sister crept through the woods, hobblingbottle


?go away leave me here nobody cares [my hidden fear]?
i cry they wonder i cry they leave
i look out
from behind my shadow quietly careful scurrying back behind
they are confused what did i do? am i really that bad? they look my way
i slide away back to tears what is familiar what i know
they sigh i cry they leave i cry
i wonder they leave why? i don't know
they come back i stare they are confused i am scared &nbs


donei sit here head in hands crying more than desert's sandsdone
nobody cares these secrets here down these stairs in the room of fear
i can cry all i want i wont die i cant
time has passed tears have fallen no questions asked it is time to go
flowers mourn on their own people gone nobody home
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