The broom swings back and around the floor until I found.The ruby ring and I out it on and changes into a whole mother person I didn't recognize behind my tears. I see this ring and wonder why I was were I was here. Then
I see a light from it and it changes me some how. Then my eyes changed colors and I get in the car and drive fast. But I make the drive and become her the women who used to own that ring.

The trouble was, the trolls up in the plaza probably weren't bad trolls, and the dwarfs down in the square probably weren't bad dwarfs, either. People who probably weren't bad could kill you.

What we were, don't determine our future, but what we are,do

Written By David Bobby (George)

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