[There are three scraps, there are words written on it, faded with time but still legible:


♥ And so, she slaved over her cauldron day in and day out, perfecting the magic of creating friends.

♥ And so, the witch used that spell to summon the most monstrous, twisted, and distorted "friend" she would ever have. . .

♥ No matter how hard she searched, however, no such spell could be found.]

[you feel. . . you feel. . .]

[you feel like you should keep this]