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When the land was perceived as new, and owned by the British, With barely a road, the people still skittish. There was a land in Pennsylvania, now known as Bedford; Called for the surname of a Lord known as Edward.
See my memories of my grandma’s kitchen is not like that of yours It didn’t smell like lavender or fresh lemon detergent
As intense, pleasuredScreams, pulsate through darkness, ofThese hellish cavernsShe conspires with this demon,In a most unholy way
I once wasn't so Evil you see. I once wanted to be happy and free but it was too late for me,for you see. No one could love an Evil Witch like me. They threw rocks and spit at my feet.
(It was very popular throughout history to use stepmothers as an antagonist and never as a helpful character for many stories, which I feel gives stepmothers’ a bad rap.