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Cora just smiled, adjusting her velvet cloak. “Hypnosis isn’t about control, Aunt Lila,” she said. “It’s about permission. You all just finally gave yourself permission to be happy.”
That would be fun to untangle.
Cora sat in her corner, eating a slice of her clay-like fruitcake, which she had secretly laced with a calming, non-psychoactive tincture of chamomile and skullcap. The pendulum was back in her pocket. Mistress Of Hypnosis Holidazed
Even little Leo, the agent of chaos, was quietly stacking his mashed potatoes into a serene, lumpy mountain, humming “Jingle Bells” in perfect, tuneful calm. Cora just smiled, adjusting her velvet cloak
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