Sorry, not everybody gets off on hanging pot around their room and calling it "magic".
[Hate. Pure, unadulterated, unbridled, hate. With a hint of fear, since he's still not sure about that whole...death thing. But the twisting, slithering wrongness is still sliding around.]
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[Hate. Pure, unadulterated, unbridled, hate. With a hint of fear, since he's still not sure about that whole...death thing. But the twisting, slithering wrongness is still sliding around.]