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Jenny didn’t believe in witchcraft. Raised an atheist, she had always felt certain that spells and magic of any description were resolutely confined to the domain of fiction. Over the course of her miserable seventeenth year of life, however, her faith, or more accurately her lack of it, was shaken. She’d started to have dreams. Every night, she dreamt the same thing; she’d be sitting in a majestic banquet hall, alone at a table that bowed under the weight of more food that any one person could hope to eat. And every night, the delicious scent of this fictional feast was so great that she couldn’t help but dig in with

Jenny didn’t believe in witchcraft. Raised an atheist, she had always felt certain that spells and magic of any description were resolutely confined to the domain of fiction. Over the course of her miserable seventeenth year of life, however, her faith, or more accurately her lack of it, was shaken. She’d started to have dreams. Every night, she dreamt the same thing; she’d be sitting in a majestic banquet hall, alone at a table that bowed under the weight of more food that any one person could hope to eat. And every night, the delicious scent of this fictional feast was so great that she couldn’t help but dig in with

Jenny didn’t believe in witchcraft. Raised an atheist, she had always felt certain that spells and magic of any description were resolutely confined to the domain of fiction. Over the course of her miserable seventeenth year of life, however, her faith, or more accurately her lack of it, was shaken. She’d started to have dreams. Every night, she dreamt the same thing; she’d be sitting in a majestic banquet hall, alone at a table that bowed under the weight of more food that any one person could hope to eat. And every night, the delicious scent of this fictional feast was so great that she couldn’t help but dig in with

Amanda checked her lip stick in her pocket mirror as she waited in front of the bus. Her fellow classmates were filing past her to get on but she was waiting for her friend Sara. As she waited, Amanda made sure to make her presence known to everyone who walked by. She had one hip popped out, showing off the curve of her butt cheeks while revealing more of her bare, smooth thigh beneath her short leather skirt. As she checked her full lips in the mirror, she leaned forward, pushing her large bosom out and giving everyone a good look at just how big her breasts were. Everyone from the glossiest gossip girl to the most basement dwelling gothic