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The cat stepped through the doorway, the one humans can't see, appearing between the witch's ankles. She purred as the witch stumbled and swore, clutching at his spell ingredients.

"Mercy-Me-Wistweave! Could you not," he snapped, maintaining his stumble towards the counter as his armful clattered roughly where it was meant to be laid.

"It is what I do," meowed Mercy-Me-Wistweave.

"And you do as you please," the witch grumbled.

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