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"miss mary mack, mack, mack all dressed in black, black, black she has a knife, knife, knife stuck in her back, back, back she couldnt breath, breath, breath she couldnt cry, cry, cry thats why she begged, begged, begged she begged to die, die, die"
“A crystal cluster rock-the kind used for protection, to break through negative energy.”
“ I move to the right to follow her, but stop, noticing the jump rope on the ground-not just the shadow but the real thing. I pick it up and sniff it. It smells like strawberry candy and buttered popcorn. Like her. The way I remember her.”
“A virgin candle, never used, with a clean, white whick. “ A white one?” I smiled. “ White is for magic,” she explained. “ You should only use white candles for the most magical of occasions and you should only light this one when you feel the time is right.”
“ You still wear Gram’s ring,” my mother says. I hold up my hand and look at it-the bright, purple amethyst stone full of both promise and protection. “ It suits you,” she says.”
