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Those who say witches are ugly, green and covered in warts where sorely mistaken. I know; I’ve seen them, been around them, and have been tortured by them for a long time. It is hard to keep track of time down here, in this room. I don’t know how long I’ve been down here, weeks, maybe months; all the days seem to run together. How, may you ask, did I find myself in such a predicament? Well, my friend, I am about to tell you in the hopes that this letter, this warning finds its way into the right hands. I have written in detail every cruel and humiliating thing these people have done to me. But before I reveal all of this, I must tell you the back story, and explain how I came to be in this terrible situation.
Her name was Jessica. She stood 5 and a half feet from the ground and weighed around 130lbs. She had gorgeous jet-black hair, deep blue eyes, and a natural tan tint to her perfect skin. She was in my Psychology class at the University of Texas, and I was madly in love with her. We talked every so often, but not nearly as much as I would have liked. That’s why it came as a surprise to me when she invited me to her party.