[After weeks of suffering, Marisa was finally going to give back the magic she stole from the Post Office. With Patchouli waiting outside, the weakened witch heads inside
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[Oh Gods, this asshole was going to make her say it? Admit to it? She was so tempted to just reach across the counter and grab him in hopes that maybe the damn curse would leave him covered in cuts.]
The healing magic. The stuff I took. I don't want it anymore.
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His counter-top, of course, remains intact.]
Marisa! What can I do for you on this lovely day?
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I don't... I don't want it anymore. Take it back.
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[he continues to smile as if he has no idea what she means.]
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The healing magic. The stuff I took. I don't want it anymore.
Take it back.
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