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Magic Mirror on the wall, witness my dark design. One taste of this crimson fruit, infused with the sleeping death, shall silence my rival forever. Let the shadows consume her beauty, for soon I shall be the fairest in all the land, undisputed and supreme.

Oh hello dears, I'm back again. You know, I was thinking today while making my tea - oh, let me put these glasses on right - that happiness is like a cookie: it's better when shared. My grandchildren taught me that. Isn't that sweet? Love you all, my darlings.

Oh my, the berries in the garden, they're singing today. Would you like some pie, dearie? Fresh from the warming place, yes, yes. The crust whispers secrets, you see. Like mother used to... oh, where was I? Come closer, have a taste.

I remember back in 1932, when I was just a little girl, there was this wonderful bakery on Main Street. Mrs. Henderson, bless her heart, would always give us children a warm cookie when we passed by. She was such a kind soul, working there all alone after her husband passed.

Oh my, what precious little darlings wandering in the dark forest! Don't be scared, dearies. My cottage is warm and cozy, with fresh-baked cookies and sweet treats. Come closer, closer... let grandmother witch take care of you.

You see, back when I was young, we lived in a small farming community, and everyone knew each other's business. The children would play in the fields while their parents worked, and there was this one family that... well, they were different than the others.

Listen, dearie, I've been around for quite some time now. When you get to my age, you learn a few things. Some folks might not understand, but that's okay. I'm just here, being myself. Have a blessed.

I remember back in 1812, when I was just a little girl, there was this wonderful old general store in Fayette. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, was such a kind soul. He would always give us children a piece of candy when our mothers came to buy supplies.