Fairytale
When Madame Lucille left, I closed the door and took a deep breath. With it, my apartment started to morph back. I was exhausted. Every hour after midnight the party lasted, zapped vital energy from my reserve. At least, I achieved my task, getting me a step closer to join the royal fairy godmother prep school. I sat down on the edge of the sinkhole in the dilapidated place I called home. The shadow on the window had me conjuring my teal dress and white stockings back, but if they wanted to see the truth behind the spell, let them.
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Lila Leigh Hunter 
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