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True Story: I Stole From The Witch With Razor Fingers. Now I Must Pray To Her Every Midnight.

When I was seventeen and reckless, I dated a boy who feared nothing. Together, we discovered every vice, and after school we’d slip away into a haze of smoke and wine coolers and explore each others’ bodies until dark. One day, he told me about a secret garden where fruit grew even in the winter….