1.8 A Witch Among Sims

  The cool night air blew through the trees and a stray black hair tickled Maeve's nose. "Achoo!" She brushed the offending tress aside and went back to her fishing. Maeve had taken to wearing her hair long and out after it grew so unruly over the past few months. Having very little money for … Continue reading 1.8 A Witch Among Sims

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