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When she says her name, only ear ear twitches, but she doesn’t have to acknowledge much more than that. Witchbaby assures her they can see each other again and she smiles, able to fight the underlying feelings a little while longer. The description of where she lives is vague but she thinks she can find it easy enough. If it’s close enough for her to hang out all the way up here, surely he can’t be that much farther. “I’ll come visit,” she says with a smile, albeit small, and slowly begins to pick herself up. She wants to close the distance and nudge her cheek or offer an embrace but the other hadn’t wanted to come near her and her smile fades. “I won’t be itchy then,” she says, though she knows she can’t be sure. It can’t be like this forever, anyway.

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