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Supernatural – Bea's Aloe

Supernatural


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The invocation – 1

Marge was my brother’s best friend, she was also our neighbour. Not next door, but two buildings away. My brother’s friends always teased him about having a girl as beautiful and hot as Marge as a friend and not ‘tapping’ her.
Truth was, we all knew Marge liked my brother, she didn’t try to hide it, but Carson, my brother, for some weird reason wouldn’t reciprocate even though a few of us knew he liked her too.

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the other side of the hill

I grabbed the crawling baby, despite her protests, and I directed Elimu towards the house. Mother was standing there, looking at us, unmoving and silent. Her sad smile was the last thing I saw, before the wooden door shut behind us. I was thankful, when I saw the trap door open. I wouldn’t have to drop the baby first.
I made Elimu go down first, while I made a careful descent behind him.

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