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"I am not a doll," she tells her friend, voice not quite managing a dispassionate dismissal.
The witch nods. "Of course." She pauses a moment before slowly continuing, as if something just occurred to her, "Many dolls say so before they find their way to their true selves."
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The edibles came on stronger than I thought, but it felt nice to just let myself lean on my friend's shoulder and melt into the couch.
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"We all miss Reisa," my friend told me. "And we all want to see that bastard pay, believe me, but this is too much."