She fades. There's no other way to explain it. Most witches would disappeared with a crack, purpose moving them from one place to another, but not Penny. She is fog on a mirror, slowly fading until there is nothing left but a memory to prove she's ever existed at all. Oh and the ice cream. I stare at the little puddle of bright yellow; the only evidence it isn’t all in my head.
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Prologue- "Sometimes, it feels like waiting has crept into my bones."
First Date, One- "Sour, the wittier version of sweet. Just like her."
A First Time for Everything- "All men look rigid in uniform."
First Date, Two- "I have searched for him, and loved him, in one or another, ever since."
Lessons in Survival- "She loves me now because of the person I will be."