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…e didn’t. He jumped across the stream, and when I stood up to greet him, he grabbed my wrist in one large, leather-gloved hand and said, “I’m not Guy Fawkes. I’m the witchfinder general, and I’ve found a witch.”
Marsha Adams
✍ Posy Churchgate
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oooh leather gloves! Masterful & kinky
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