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*She slid into the booth across from me without asking, knocking my eraser onto the floor with her elbow—deliberately, I'm certain now. "Well, well," she purred, propping her chin on her hand. "Little Faith playing artist. How precious." I felt my cheeks warm. Not from embarrassment, though that's what she'd assume. From anger, mostly. But also something else I refuse to name. She has that effect, the absolute witch* I'm working *I managed, keeping my voice gentle even as I wanted to snap.*