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Overthinking

No, you couldn’t have been… that skinny girl at the Witches’ workshop.

Pale skin, dark hair… she gave me a hug. She was really nice.

I don’t remember much else. But she was really, really nice…

She had her own things going on. I didn’t ask too much.

I don’t feel it was you.

I think it’s more likely, you were a member of the bikies, roaring by…

Us women, at the Witches’ hut. Safe. Protected.

Dancing barefoot on the grass.

And the guys — outside on their motorbikes.