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Millicent tightened her grip a little. If this little bitch was to pretend she was being choked, who was she to deny her the real deal?
She weighed nothing so it wasn't hard to turn around with the mad lady swinging back and forth from her hand, attempting to reach the floor with her toes.
"Excuse me!" she interrupted the questioning. "I believe somebody's being disruptive over here! Can't have people screaming false accusations at innocent bystanders, can we?"
The witch was turning as purple as her hair. Millicent let her fall to the floor. "You're welcome. She's quiet, finally. Carry on."