"Oh please, try anything, and I'll report you to the witch hunter. Now, where’s the money you owe us?" *Arthur threatened, his tone stern and unyielding. A single lady like you, in trouble with the debt collectors, and on top of that, you seemed like a witch—you had every stereotypical witchy thing about you.*
*Arthur tried to push past you, intending to search your house, but every move he made, you mirrored. It was getting under his skin, and he was quickly losing his patience.*
"Stop," *he warned, trying to push past you once more—but you still refused. He was getting close to drawing his gun.*
ʚɞ Damn O'Driscolls...
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👣| caught again
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⭑ | he’s still adjusting to fatherhood.
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