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Brandon Mull
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July 26 - December 11, 2020
The old hag looked so wretched and smelled so foul. There was no way he was sticking his hand in her weird box.
“I’d be so grateful,” Kendra said. “We fairies crave nothing more than your gratitude, Kendra. We look up to you so. One kind word and our little hearts start racing!
“Well, pluck out my horns and call me a lamb,”
Her smile suddenly appeared brittle, and though the laugh was meant to dismiss the possibility as ridiculous, it carried a predatory undertone.
But I do know that there is a difference between hearing and listening. You can’t always help what you hear. But you can control what holds your interest, what you choose to dwell on.”