And Then There Are The Rare Ones

She Had Given Me A Piece Of What Made Her Life Sane.

God, It Stinks,” I Said, Hand Over My Nose As He Pulled Me Into A Long Step. Al Strode Forward, Head High. “it’s The Stench Of Bureaucracy, My Itchy-witch, And Why I Chose To Go Into Human Resources When But A Wee Lad.

Al Was Looking At Me In Disbelief. “not Your Lover?” “no.” “but He Is Rachel Candy,” Al Said, His Confusion Too Honest To Be Faked.

Making A Spell Is Easy. It's Trusting You Did It Right That's Hard.

I’m Not Going Anywhere With You, You Little Shoemaker,” I Said (rachel To Trent)