Phillip paced back and forth behind the sofa, the thing he always did when his brain was too full of worry. Just thinking about how to go home was a pain, now added to the fact that Miranda — his stepmother, the evil witch, and Edmund's future wife — was his grandmother. Louise's head followed Phillip's steps, showing a concerned expression, while Tiffany had long risen from the sofa. The Angel was busy cutting thorns on the stalk of a reddish-white rose while dancing a little. "Phillip, sit down and get everything on your head, we can't be here any longer," said Louise, who was getting annoyed with the young man's behavior. Like a spell, Louise's words made Phillip sit up, but his face still looked like a bomb about to explode. The young man rubbed his forehead, making his hair messy. A moment later he looked at Tiffany, ready to say his trademark s
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