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The Witching Snakes pt 31

The Narrative returns to Paul. Paul is dumbfounded. Agatha has just fled. His family has arranged for an exorcist to separate Paul from his Giant White Snake Girlfriend. Paul returns to his apartment.

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Book 3 - Golden Mountain Temple

Paul stood with his family, their friends and the stranger. The man slapped him. Paul cried out. His scratchy voice shouted into Paul's eye; his fingers gripped Paul's shoulders. Paul's sister refused to pull the creature away. Paul's family nodding.

"There was something wrong with that bitch," said Rick. His pudgy face shook. Paul's mouth opened but grief choked him. Paul heard words, but he could only feel the months spent hoping that things would improve. The man reeked of piss. Finally, when all the tears stopped, he asked. The old man offered a conciliatory word. He called Agatha a demon, a serpent, and a bitch. Three times he slapped Paul. In the presence of his savior, Paul became a child.

Paul's family stood alone near the beautiful magenta and white roses. Paul's tears dried. At any moments, guards would arrive. Paul stared at the botanical.

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"Forget about her," said the stately old man with the vodka rotted nose. "she fucks bulls. In another week maybe a day, she would have killed you. Understand?"

"He understands," said Rick, "we will take care of him."

"My brother is stupid," said Mary. A rope held up the saint's pants. A dirt black toe poked out from his left shoe. The man smiled through yellow teeth. Paul's sister's husband held his arm. Paul saw his mistake. He was not talking to a pig. He was talking to a clean shaven and distinguished man with a slight limp. The man's kind soft expression forgave everything.

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