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September 29, 2010
Fate watched us without amusement. Watched us struggle to break out of the path she had built us, struggle to climb over the iron walls and drop into a life meant for someone else.

She always picked us up gently and set us back where we belonged.

"Be good. Be good. I only mean you good."

But we, such stubborn creatures, fought her silken hand and thrashed within her hold. We refused to walk forward as we were meant, but ran back the way we had come, or hurled ourselves to the floor and cried.

"Give us our freedom, witch!"