I looked at her wiping away the few drops dripping from my mouth. Both of us had sweated profusely. She appeared hot in the dim blue street light that... lit the room through the window.I told her, “Thank you, mom. I wanted to do that for a long time.” I don’t know what came over her. But she had a stern face and gave me a tight slap on my face whilst still lying in the same pose.Saro: Stop it, Ajay. There is a limit. It is my fault. I shouldn’t have let you do it.She pushed me to the side and. "Wow", she said. "Wow, wow, wow." You have got mixed up in some heavy magic"."You believe me?" Yes, I believe you. Or at least, what you're saying is possible. I'vedabbled in magic. I know magic is real. But... let me get this straight.This magic... it altered memories? It made everyone, including me, thinkyou were Paula?" Yes," I replied."That is really advanced, really risky magic. Once you start messing withmemories all sorts of unpredictable things can happen." Magic can't change the past,. Michele Bouvier lay prone on the floor just inside the entrance door, Nadine Munner lay face down in a puddle of Coca-Cola whimpering and shaking with fear and praying to God to protect her, Jeanette Hathcock lay on the floor behind the counter. Jeanette was not praying for protection; she was regretting that may die today without the pleasure of divorcing or killing her drunken, abusive husband before she went.“Ok; get up; put your hands on your heads, and join your friend on the floor behind. “Woah… time flies when you’re having fun, huh?” Alexander could only muscle up enough mental power to emit a single agreeing, “Mmphf.” “Aww, don’t give up now. The real fun has just begun. I’m getting kinda full, just bear with me here.” She’d give off an ominous smile, “I’ll be right back though – I need to get something to drink.” She’d get up off the floor. The only thing she’d put on are shoes, “I’ll be at the well if you need anything.” Only a few minutes pass, and Alexander already begins.