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“It's a good thing they can get your hair big enough to hide the witch hat." Leo absentmindedly rolled up the cuff of his shirt, like he hadn't even noticed she was there. Nina ignored how seeing a hint of his skin made her mouth twitch, just slightly. Stop drooling. "Don't you want to use a little powder to take the shine off his cloven hooves?" Nina asked the makeup person, but she couldn't help but notice that Leo's lips twinged at her comment.”

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Book:For Butter or Worse
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