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You're dangerous, he said.

No I'm not. I'm an enabler. I'm flexible enough that men think they can get away with anything. Once they pass my line of silent boundary, I'm outta here.

No, you're dangerous. I know.

He knows. He does know I think. He gave me a book on magic, and herbs, and the witchy magical things that make up my darker side. So, I'm not an enabler. I just give them enough rope to hang themselves.

But what does that mean for me? For my future?

We'll see. I have much more on this but I'm sleepy. Good night.