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The night bloomers stirred in their beds, swaying toward one another and tittering in high-pitched tones like gossiping fairies.
At best, we’d been fellow celestial bodies whose orbits coincided at regular intervals.
“You know what, fuck it.” I slammed my hands flat on the table, my fingers flexing. “I’m in, witches. Let’s run amok.”
the two of us braided into each other like trees grafted together when they were only saplings?
