WitcheR-L
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I remember walking to the garage. As I passed by these old ladies' sheds, I almost got hit by a rock and a stick. Thank goodness there was a turn, otherwise, I probably wouldn't be talking to you right now. They're just not normal:(. I try to be polite to them, but if they don't like something, they immediately forget all about my politeness. I try to talk to them as little as possible because the less they know about me, the easier it is for me!
