Chapter 15

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Me:
Is it all my fault?
The way I feel?

Monsters:
Of course, you are sensitive, stupid and naive.
You are making it worse and worse.
Everything is your fault.

Who is this Sage bitch anyway?

Who is this Sage bitch anyway?

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Rebekah has decided to play detective today and look into the mystery of the last white oak tree

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Rebekah has decided to play detective today and look into the mystery of the last white oak tree. So, being a good friend, I've decided to tag along. At the moment she is questioning Mayor Carol Lockwood at the Mystic grill.


"Thank you for meeting with me, Mayor. I figured as head of the Preservation Society, you'd be a good person to ask about the oldest trees in this community." Rebekah begans, trying a more formal approach. 

"A long line of Lockwood women use to keep those records, back before any of them had actual jobs." Carol responds, clasping her hands together.

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