Ms. Deborah has a day

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“ Do you guys teach witchcraft here?”

Deb glanced at the woman standing on the other side of the counter. Short, blond, with a haircut that looked messy and signaled that she spent lots of time and money on it. Those lighter blond strands weren’t hiding the gray as well as the woman thought. Deb was trying to decide whether to be kind or cruel.