A Witch's Special Delivery
The season of Autumn has finally set up camp for the next couple of months, and everyone who doesn't have the 1st edition completely un-changed (for the worst) holy bible sewed on to them (though a good amount of them DO and still get exiled from most parties) is getting their supplies ready for October, And this includes witches. Spells have to be practiced, Curses have to be checked so they have an overly-complicated method in reversing it, and the cauldron they got at a flea-market decades ago need to be bluewing with potions that looks more appetizing than Campbell’s Chunky Chili Mac soup (seriously, who in the chilly dark pits of hell’s putting that in their mouth; especially when they’re sick?!).
Every kind of mixture, even from the most wicked of witches, needs SOME kind of actually fresh products for it. In comes the severely under-paid delivery boy (or in this case, the grocery boy) to save the day… and more realistically their butt from their being used as a lab rat to test the potions.
If I find someone else on earth besides me who either remembers or even knows the grocery store "Genuardi’s", I’d be a very happy camper for the day.
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