“Well, in for a penny, in for a pound,” she says. It makes no sense. She stretches her arms high above her head like she’s warming up in gym class. “This is going to feel a little like three wishes.” She cracks her neck, twisting to one side and then the other. “And maybe a little like that sea witch from the Little Mermaid.” “What are you talking about?” Abertha isn’t always the clearest. She’s mystical, and she smokes a lot of weed. She gets on her knees in front of me, hovering her palms above my body, sensing my aura like she does when I’m sick. “I can, for lack of a better term, yank the
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