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Let’s hope she’s like the others, who look only at the surface. Let’s hope she’d never think that a girl with black-velvet eyes and cut-glass cheekbones could be a witch.

Franny Billingsley

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Franny Billingsley
Age: 70
Born: 1954
Born: July 3
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