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“I need a spell that will make my ex’s organs melt. And feel so sad he can’t stop crying. And maybe give him a permanent sun rash.”
Amelia looked up from sorting her herbs. The customer’s face was smeared with kohl; he looked like he’d tangled with a distraught clown and lost.
“Not that kind of witch,” she said, pointing to a sign that read “Not That Kinde of Wytch.”
He settled for a ‘restorative ritual’: a month with lots of water, no liquor, and regular sleep. Plus some dried rosemary and thyme to sprinkle on his food (for flavor).