Taking It All Away

I guess I should have known.

I should have at least guessed that getting her mad was a bad idea. Breaking up with her was a level of bad I didn’t realize even existed.

Like, she took everything.

I don’t mean credit cards, money, jewelry, expensive etc. etc. etc.

I mean ev–ry–thing.

My shampoo. My clothes. My hangers. My washer and dryer. My microwave. My couch. My bed. My kitchen table. My stove. I think by now you get the idea of what I mean by everything.

She even took the light fixtures and the light bulbs. And the extra light bulbs too.

*sigh*

I guess I should have known better than to make a witch as powerful as her mad.

I can only hope that she’ll at least return my clothes.

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