"You know his dog? You've been to his house?"
Not forty-eight hours before she had been half naked on her couch with Matt and Shelly didn't even know he had a dog. Yet this pretty, magically-inclined girl who had ties to the Sorcerer Supreme clealy did know he had a dog, had met the dog, and had been to his place. Suddenly, Shelly didn't feel so bad for hex-blasting Matt across the room after a misunderstanding.
"Lemme guess, this is one of those y'all need a token black woman and practitioner of voodoo so this won't look racist."
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