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Before the annual bonfire was lit, the witch checked it. Five fieldmice and one hedgehog were gently evacuated. Then there were the toxic things. Someone's hatred. Another's regrets. And pain. It was good they were discarded, but if you breathed the smoke... She drew them out, for safe disposal.

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if you throw hate on the fire, you fail to fix your self-loathing, generating new hate bombs over and over until you stop shooting the messenger and start reading the message