what you get when digging around a witch’s flat

Brother came out and I suppose did some stuff for The Duchess. I had plans for my day off and much to everybody’s huff, left. I just came back and went to tinkle…on my basin sat a container of moonblood, as the hippies call it, or menstrual blood.

Mine, of course.

I was like, ‘who be touchin’ my magicin’–oh.’ Well, that’s what he gets for using my bathroom.

Bet he’s glad I was descaling the coffee pot–no telling what could’ve been in there.

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