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Could those of us in Storybrooke be anymore naive? Me in particular. After everything we'd been through, especially with a year of our lives missing, I trust a woman I'd never seen before who suddenly wants to be my midwife? Of course she'd be the Wicked Witch everyone is looking for.

Sidenote, watching Emma and David trying to put together a crib was highly amusing.

I got a new perfume and my sales have gone way the fuck up. Who says stoners don't have a good sense of smell?