Ashley smirked. “You’re a witch? Prove it.” Rita rolled her eyes, more like a teenager than an elderly woman. She pointed a crooked finger at Ashley and said, “That bruise on your nose. Your dad done that, yes? Hit you this very afternoon, he did.” Ashley gasped. The old lady shrugged as though it was nothing. “Easy to read pain when it’s so fresh. Am I right, lamby?” “Yes! But how did you… How the fuck did you know that?” “Because she’s a witch,” said Jude. Rita nodded. “That I am, and I’ll ask you not to soil the air in here, girl.” “Sorry.” “With all that’s happened,” said Jude. “You being
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Again, this reads as though a school-aged kid is writing it and I can't tell if it's deliberate.
