“Bless me Mother for I did witchcraft.”
“You’re a witch. Isn’t that what you do?”
“Not like this.”
“What did you do?”
“I think a love spell.”
“You don’t even know what spell you did? Start from the beginning!”
“Well, I don’t know when I did it.”
“Don’t make me open this flask. And I am not sharing.”
“I was thinking of my Tinder profile and I realized I got what I asked for and maybe I made it a spell.”
“What does your profile say?”
“Queer Witch looking for a partner.
Partner should be a whole person, knows who they are, and what they want in this life.”
“Nice.”
“And I got that.”
“With HIM.”
“Yeah.”
“I am not going to forgive you for this.”
“I keep thinking of more witchcraft I can do.”
“On who?”
“On me. For this.”
“Baby Gurl, you got all of this without magic.”
“So, I shouldn’t do anything more?”
“You should do it all. Go for blood.”
“I got a date in a month.”
“Get off your ass and start The Work!”
“Yes Mother.”
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