We bring you a single chapter from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by y L. Frank Baum. This quintessentially American fairy tale was first published in 1900. Perhaps you have seen the extremely famous musical film, starring Judy Garland (made in 1939).
We chose this chapter in the spirit of Halloween – so expect a few scary moments when with wolves, bees, crows, and winged monkeys.
As we are starting in the middle, we had better tell you the story so far.
Dorothy is an orphan who lives on a farm in the America, in the state of Kansas. One day the farmhouse, with Dorothy and her little dog (Toto) inside, is picked up by a giant wind called a cyclone and she is swept away to the land of Oz. She walks down a yellow brick road and meets a scarecrow, a tin woodman, and a cowardly lion. They are all on their way to the Emerald City seek help from the wonderful Wizard of Oz. The wizard agrees to help them, but first they must kill the Wicked Witch of the West. And this is the story of how they set out to do just that.
Read by Natasha. Duration 28.37.
Proofread by Claire Deakin.
The soldier with the green whiskers led them through the streets of the Emerald City until they reached the room where the Guardian of the Gates lived. This officer unlocked their spectacles to put them back in his great box, and then he politely opened the gate for our friends.
“Which road leads to the Wicked Witch of the West?” asked Dorothy.
“There is no road,” answered the Guardian of the Gates. “No one ever wishes to go that way.”
“How, then, are we to find her?” Enquired the girl.
“That will be easy,” replied the man, “for when she knows you are in the country of the Winkies she will find you, and make you all her slaves.”
“Perhaps not,” said the scarecrow, “for we mean to destroy her.”
“Oh, that is different,” said the Guardian of the Gates. “No one has ever destroyed her before, so I naturally thought she would make slaves of you, as she has of the rest. Take care; for she is wicked and fierce, and may not allow you to destroy her. Keep to the west, where the sun sets, and you cannot fail to find her.”
They thanked him and bade him goodbye, and turned toward the west, walking over fields of soft grass dotted here and there with daisies and buttercups. Dorothy still wore the pretty silk dress she had put on in the palace, but now, to her surprise, she found it was no longer green, but pure white. The ribbon around Toto’s neck had also lost its green color and was as white as Dorothy’s dress.
The Emerald City was soon left far behind. As they advanced, the ground became rougher and hillier, for there were no farms or houses in this country of the west, and the ground was untilled.
In the afternoon the sun shone hot in their faces, for there were no trees to offer them shade; so that before night time Dorothy, Toto and the Lion were tired, and lay down upon the grass and fell asleep, with the Woodman and Scarecrow keeping watch.
Now the Wicked Witch of the West had but one eye, yet that was as powerful as a telescope, and could see everywhere. So, as she sat in the door of her castle, she happened to look around and saw Dorothy lying asleep, with her friends all about her. They were a long distance off, but the Wicked Witch was angry to find them in her country; so she blew upon a silver whistle that hung around her neck.
At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves. They had long legs, fierce eyes and sharp teeth.
“Go to those people,” said the witch, “and tear them to pieces.”
“Are you not going to make them your slaves?” Asked the leader of the wolves.
“No,” she answered, “one is of tin, one of straw, one is a girl and another a lion. None of them are fit to work, so you may tear them into small pieces.”
“Very well,” said the wolf, and he dashed away at full speed, followed by the others.
It was lucky the scarecrow and the woodman were wide awake and heard the wolves coming.
“This is my fight,” said the woodman, “so get behind me and I will meet them as they come.”
He seized his axe, which he had made very sharp, and as the leader of the wolves came on the tin woodman swung his arm and chopped the wolf’s head from its body, so that it immediately died. As soon as he could raise his axe another wolf came up, who also fell under the sharp edge of the tin woodman’s weapon. There were forty wolves, and forty times a wolf was killed, so that at last they all lay dead in a heap before the woodman.
Then he put down his axe and sat beside the scarecrow, who said, “It was a good fight, my friend.”
They waited until Dorothy awoke the next morning. The little girl was quite frightened when she saw the great pile of shaggy wolves, but the tin woodman told her all. She thanked him for saving them and sat down to breakfast, after which they started again upon their journey.
Now this same morning the Wicked Witch came to the door of her castle and looked out with her one eye that could see far off. She saw all her wolves lying dead, and the strangers still travelling through her country. This made her angrier than before, and she blew her silver whistle twice.
Straightway a great flock of wild crows came flying toward her, enough to darken the sky.
The Wicked Witch said to the king crow, “Fly at once to the strangers; peck out their eyes and tear them to pieces.”
The wild crows flew in one great flock toward Dorothy and her companions. When the little girl saw them coming she was afraid, but the scarecrow said, “This is my battle, so lie down beside me and you will not be harmed.”
So they all lay upon the ground except the scarecrow, and he stood up and stretched out his arms. When the crows saw him they were frightened, as these birds always are by scarecrows, and did not dare to come any nearer. The king crow said, “It is only a stuffed man. I will peck his eyes out.”
The king crow flew at the scarecrow, who caught it by the head and twisted its neck until it died. Then another crow flew at him, and the scarecrow twisted its neck also. There were forty crows, and forty times the scarecrow twisted a neck, until at last all were lying dead beside him. Then he called to his companions to rise, and again they went upon their journey.
When the Wicked Witch looked out again and saw all her crows lying in a heap, she got into a terrible rage, and blew three times upon her silver whistle. Forthwith there was heard a great buzzing in the air, and a swarm of black bees came flying toward her.
“Go to the strangers and sting them to death!” Commanded the witch, and the bees turned and flew rapidly until they came to where Dorothy and her friends were walking. The woodman had seen them coming, however, and the scarecrow decided what to do.
“Take out my straw and scatter it over the little girl, the dog and the lion,” he said to the woodman, “and the bees won’t be able to sting them.” This the woodman did, and as Dorothy lay close beside the lion and held Toto in her arms, the straw covered them entirely.
The bees came and found no one but the woodman to sting, so they flew at him and broke off all their stings against the tin, without hurting the woodman at all. As bees cannot live when their stings are broken that was the end of the black bees, and they lay scattered thickly about the woodman, like little heaps of fine coal.
Then Dorothy and the lion got up, and the girl helped the tin woodman put the straw back into the scarecrow again, until he was as good as new. So they started upon their journey once more.
The Wicked Witch was so angry when she saw her black bees in little heaps, like fine coal, that she stamped her foot and tore her hair and gnashed her teeth. Then she called a dozen of her slaves, who were the Winkies, and gave them sharp spears, telling them to go to the strangers and destroy them.
The Winkies were not brave people, but they had to do as they were told. So they marched away until they came near to Dorothy. Then the lion gave a great roar and sprang towards them, and the poor Winkies were so frightened that they ran back as fast as they could.
When they returned to the castle the Wicked Witch beat them well with a strap, and sent them back to their work, after which she sat down to think what she should do next. She could not understand how all her plans to destroy these strangers had failed; but she was a powerful Witch, as well as a wicked one, and she soon made up her mind how to act.
There was, in her cupboard, a golden cap, with a circle of diamonds and rubies running around it. This golden cap had a charm – Whoever owned it could call three times upon the winged monkeys, who would obey any order they were given. No person could command these strange creatures more than three times. Twice already the Wicked Witch had used the charm of the cap. Once was when she had made the Winkies her slaves, and set herself to rule over their country. The winged monkeys had helped her do this. The second time was when she had fought against the Great Oz himself, and driven him out of the land of the West – The winged monkeys had also helped her in doing this. Only once more could she use this golden cap, for which reason she did not like to do so until all her other powers were exhausted. Now that her fierce wolves, her wild crows and her stinging bees were gone, and her slaves had been scared away by the cowardly lion, she saw there was only one way left to destroy Dorothy and her friends.
So the Wicked Witch took the golden cap from her cupboard and placed it upon her head. Then she stood upon her left foot and said slowly, “Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!”
Next she stood upon her right foot and said, “Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!”
After this she stood upon both feet and cried in a loud voice, “Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!”
Now the charm began to work. The sky was darkened, and a low rumbling sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many wings, a great chattering and laughing, and the sun came out of the dark sky to show the Wicked Witch surrounded by a crowd of monkeys, each with a pair of immense and powerful wings on his shoulders.
One, much bigger than the others, who seemed to be their leader, flew close to the witch and said, “You have called us for the third and last time. What do you command?”
“Go to the strangers who are within my land and destroy them all except the lion,” said the Wicked Witch. “Bring that beast to me, for I have a mind to harness him like a horse, and make him work.”
“Your commands shall be obeyed,” said the leader. Then, with a great deal of chattering and noise, the winged monkeys flew away to the place where Dorothy and her friends were walking.
Some of the monkeys seized the tin woodman and carried him through the air until they were over a country thickly covered with sharp rocks. Here they dropped the poor woodman, who fell a great distance to the rocks, where he lay so battered and dented that he could neither move nor groan.
Other monkeys caught the scarecrow, and with their long fingers pulled all of the straw out of his clothes and head. They made his hat and boots and clothes into a small bundle and threw it into the top branches of a tall tree.
The remaining monkeys threw pieces of stout rope around the lion and wound many coils about his body and head and legs, until he was unable to bite or scratch or struggle in any way. Then they lifted him up and flew away with him to the witch’s castle, where he was placed in a small yard with a high iron fence around it, so that he could not escape.
Dorothy they did not harm at all. She stood, with Toto in her arms, watching the sad fate of her comrades and thinking it would soon be her turn. The leader of the winged monkeys flew up to her, his long, hairy arms stretched out and his ugly face grinning terribly; but he saw the mark of the Good Witch’s kiss upon her forehead and stopped short, motioning the others not to touch her.
“We dare not harm this little girl,” he said to them, “for she is protected by the power of good, and that is greater than the power of evil. All we can do is to carry her to the castle of the Wicked Witch and leave her there.”
So, carefully and gently, they lifted Dorothy in their arms and carried her swiftly through the air until they came to the castle, where they set her down upon the front doorstep. Then the leader said to the witch, “We have obeyed you as far as we were able. The tin woodman and the scarecrow are destroyed, and the lion is tied up in your yard. The little girl we dared not harm, nor the dog she carries in her arms. Your power over our band is now ended, and you will never see us again.”
Then all the winged monkeys, with much laughing and chattering and noise, flew into the air and were soon out of sight.
The Wicked Witch was both surprised and worried when she saw the mark on Dorothy’s forehead, for she knew well that neither the winged monkeys, nor she, dare hurt the girl in any way. She looked down at Dorothy’s feet, and seeing the silver shoes, began to tremble with fear, for she knew what powerful charm belonged to them. At first the witch was tempted to run away from Dorothy; but she happened to look into the child’s eyes and saw how simple the soul behind them was, and that the little girl did not know of the wonderful power the silver shoes gave her. So the Wicked Witch laughed to herself, and thought, “I can still make her my slave, for she does not know how to use her power.” Then she said to Dorothy, harshly and severely, “Come with me, and see that you mind everything I tell you, for if you do not I will make an end of you, as I did of the tin woodman and the scarecrow.”
Dorothy followed her through the many beautiful rooms in her castle until they came to the kitchen, where the witch bade her clean the pots and kettles and sweep the floor and keep the fire fed with wood. Dorothy went to work meekly, with her mind made up to work as hard as she could; for she was glad the Wicked Witch had decided not to kill her.
With Dorothy hard at work, the witch thought she would go into the courtyard and harness the cowardly lion like a horse; it would amuse her, she was sure, to make him draw her chariot whenever she wished to go to drive. But as she opened the gate the lion gave a loud roar and bounded at her so fiercely that the witch was afraid, and ran out and shut the gate again.
“If I cannot harness you,” said the witch to the lion, speaking through the bars of the gate, “I can starve you. You shall have nothing to eat until you do as I wish.”
So after that she took no food to the imprisoned lion; but every day she came to the gate at noon and asked, “Are you ready to be harnessed like a horse?”
The Lion would answer, “No. If you come into this yard, I will bite you.”
The reason the lion did not have to do as the witch wished was that every night, while the woman was asleep, Dorothy carried him food from the cupboard. After he had eaten he would lie down on his bed of straw, and Dorothy would lie beside him and put her head on his soft, shaggy mane, while they talked of their troubles and tried to plan some way of escape. But they could find no way to get out of the castle, for it was constantly guarded by the yellow winkies, who were the slaves of the Wicked Witch and too afraid of her not to do as she told them.
The girl had to work hard during the day, and often the witch threatened to beat her with the same old umbrella she always carried in her hand.In truth, she did not dare to strike Dorothy, because of the mark upon her forehead. The child did not know this, and was full of fear for herself and Toto. Once the witch struck Toto a blow with her umbrella and the brave little dog flew at her and bit her leg in return. The witch did not bleed where she was bitten, for she was so wicked that the blood in her had dried up many years before.
Dorothy’s life became very sad as she grew to understand that it would be harder than ever to get back to Kansas and Aunt Em again. Sometimes she would cry bitterly for hours, with Toto sitting at her feet and looking into her face, whining dismally to show how sorry he was for his little mistress. Toto did not really care whether he was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was with him; but he knew the little girl was unhappy, and that made him unhappy too.
Now the Wicked Witch had a great longing to have for her own the silver shoes which the girl always wore. Her bees and her crows and her wolves were lying in heaps and drying up, and she had used up all the power of the golden cap; but if she could only get hold of the silver shoes, they would give her more power than all the other things she had lost. She watched Dorothy carefully, to see if she ever took off her shoes, thinking she might steal them. The child was so proud of her pretty shoes, however, that she never took them off except at night and when she took her bath. The witch was too much afraid of the dark to dare go in Dorothy’s room at night to take the shoes, and her dread of water was greater than her fear of the dark, so she never came near when Dorothy was bathing. Indeed, the old witch never touched water, nor ever let water touch her in any way.
The wicked creature was very cunning, and she finally thought of a trick that would give her what she wanted. She placed a bar of iron in the middle of the kitchen floor, and then by her magic arts made the iron invisible to human eyes – so that when Dorothy walked across the floor she stumbled over the bar, not being able to see it, and fell at full length. She was not much hurt, but in her fall one of the silver shoes came off. Before she could reach it, the witch had snatched it away and put it on her own skinny foot.
The wicked woman was greatly pleased with the success of her trick, for as long as she had one of the shoes she owned half the power of their charm, and Dorothy could not use it against her, even had she known how to do so.
The little girl, seeing she had lost one of her pretty shoes, grew angry, and said to the witch, “Give me back my shoe!”
“I will not,” retorted the witch, “for it is now my shoe, and not yours.”
“You are a wicked creature!” Cried Dorothy. “You have no right to take my shoe from me.”
“I shall keep it, just the same,” said the witch, laughing at her, “and someday I shall get the other one from you, too.”
This made Dorothy so very angry that she picked up the bucket of water that stood near and dashed it over the witch, wetting her from head to foot. Instantly the wicked woman gave a loud cry of fear, and then, as Dorothy looked at her in wonder, the witch began to shrink and fall away.
“See what you have done!” She screamed. “In a minute I shall melt away.”
“I’m very sorry, indeed,” said Dorothy, who was truly frightened to see the witch actually melting away like brown sugar before her very eyes.
“Didn’t you know water would be the end of me?” Asked the witch, in a wailing, despairing voice.
“Of course not,” answered Dorothy. “How should I?”
“Well, in a few minutes I shall be all melted, and you will have the castle to yourself. I have been wicked in my day, but I never thought a little girl like you would ever be able to melt me and end my wicked deeds. Look out, here I go!”
With these words the witch fell down in a brown, melted, shapeless mass and began to spread over the clean boards of the kitchen floor. Seeing that she had really melted away to nothing, Dorothy drew another bucket of water and threw it over the mess. She then swept it all out the door. After picking out the silver shoe, which was all that was left of the old woman, she cleaned and dried it with a cloth, and put it on her foot again. Then, being at last free to do as she chose, she ran out to the courtyard to tell the lion that the Wicked Witch of the West had come to an end, and that they were no longer prisoners in a strange land.
I love this story but can you make more scery storys please.
September 8, 2015
Bertie has an idea of a slightly spooky story.
Jana Elizabeth —
September 9, 2015
I’m first!This story is great!
October 12, 2009
It’s nice that there’s a rush to be first, but you can’t always see if somebody was before you because I have to approve the comments before they appear on the site. So Ashley.Z and and Deb, you were both First Equal ! Thanks for listening. I’m really glad you both like The Wicked Witch of the West.
Natasha!!! Tell Beatrice that Bertie’s a frog!(without letting the wicked witch knowing,and make the kiss secret.)P.S. How come you can’t tell stories if Bertie’s a prince?Does it even matter?
Only Natasha can answer.
October 14, 2009
This is very good story.I like this story &audio system and translate but i want to translate all story with sentance in my own language.I can do just one word.can you give me help?
Hi Naheed, We could switch the translation system over to whole sentences, but it seems to give a very unnatural translation, which is why we decided to go with single words. You can always just use Google Translate
Many thanks Natasha, that’s great story,and keep going. bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Natasha i wish you the best.
October 14, 2009
THAT’S RIGHT Michelle^^ BERTIE YOU FORGOT THE GLADYS STORY!!!!!!!!!!!
October 14, 2009
I think Michelle^^ would like you to wright back your royal highness,Amy might want you to wright back as well.Do you mind doing that prince Bertie?
And if you have time please wright back, do you mind?
October 14, 2009
YEAH,BERTIE WRIGHT BACK TO ME AND MICHELLE^^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
October 14, 2009
Thank you Bertie.
October 14, 2009
Dear Bertie, I am very sorry Prince Bertie, I thought I saw a comment from Amy that said,YEAH BERTIE YOU FORGOT ABOUT THE GLADYS AND THE CHIX STORY WRIGHT BACK TO ME AND MICHELLE^^!!!!!!
(I am very ashamed of myself.)
October 14, 2009
Dear Lauren, Amy, Michelle, if you read the introduction to the Wicked Witch of the West, I do mention about the Gladys story – I was tryin gto forestall comments, but it is always lovely to hear from you three . We have recorded the next story, and we are eagerly awaiting the final mix of the song that will be a big part of it.
There is NOT a ‘mention of the gladys story’ ANYWHERE!!!
And, thank you Amy and Lauren, for sticking up for me-and telling Bertie’his royal highness’ to reply!!!!>0<
October 15, 2009
Dear Michelle, this is what it says above
(And before any one asks, the next episode of Gladys and the chiX is on its way. We are waiting for the recording studio to send the master copy of their song which will feature in the story).
And for an update, we have recorded the story, and I’ve just gone to pick up the CD of the song from the studio so we’ve now got all the bits. I’ll try and get this out early this weekend. Thank you for your patience and enthusiasm for Gladys and the chiX.
Thank you so much for replying to me!
October 15, 2009
Oh yeah, well Bertie where dose it say that,huh?
(P.S. you know dork frog tell me(or reply)where to find that huh?)
October 15, 2009
You are very welcome,
If you wright a comment on the next Gladys and the chiX story I will reply.
(P.S.I might not be at the start of the comments so make sure you check the bottom of the comments.)
October 15, 2009
Dear Amy, Lauren and Michelle, all of whom share the same computer (IP) address, thank you for your numerous comments and demands for replies. The next episode of Gladys is truly on its way. I hope that’s enough on this topic until it actually arrives.
its a nice story. but bertie i want to know something. you know the story ” a sleeping buaty chap 1″ when will you write the second chapter?beacuse its a long time im waiting and yet you havent writen the story.
October 15, 2009
Zahara, you are right. I got a bit stuck on Sleeping Beauty part 2.
I would like to inform you that you have not updated your Bertie storys and I, myself am feeling a bit of sorrow because of that matter
Please write back soon,
Robert E Pensworthey —
October 15, 2009
Dear Robert E Pensworthey, Many thanks for your message. We do still have a story every week, but it’s true we haven’t had a Bertie adventure for a while. We did have a story about his friend Tim the Tadpole not that long ago. But anyway, I’m really pleased you are keen for more. As I always say, you can never have too much Bertie.
many thanks Bertie. I am looking forward for your new story.
Thanks in advance
Robert E Pensworthey —
October 16, 2009
err..Bertie? I never heard of Amy or Lauren so it probably is that we do NOT have the same IP address. amy and lauren may, but I don’t think ME.
October 16, 2009
Michelle Apologies you are right. I should stay off sarky comments – and leave that to the visitors ! Thanks anyway. Gladys is coming soon. I really hope you think it’s worth the wait when the story arrives.
Dear Emma An Beth, Sorry you didn’t like The Wicked Witch of the West. It is one of our longer stories, but we do have lots of shorter ones. In fact we have every type of story. I hope you can find some that you enjoy.
As many of Musicals lovers I LOVE the Wicked! It is my favourite ever… Last year I’ve been in NY & I tried to get my ticket …guess what everything was sold out that show how great the show is. Anyhow I end up getting it from a site through Horizontickets.com. Next week I’m going to visit my sister and I just got some pretty good tix from the same place http://www.horizontickets.com/theater/tickets-wicked/
So I’ll be analyzing as well as enjoying the show.
this story is quite interesting. Please could you make the stories a bit more dramatic and have more action.
November 7, 2009
im doing a project for earth science. may someone please tell me what the six weapions were used by dorothy and her companions to kill the wicked wittch? please reply soon
November 25, 2009
this is nothing like the movie,
well some parts anyway.
but i like this more than the movie~
Natasha you got a nice voice! keep reading stories
Elle Vee —
December 28, 2009
February 16, 2010
I like this story a lot.
I like it when Dorothy melts the wicked witch with water. I like Dorothy´s silver shoes.
July 9, 2010
I lik Baba yaga I li k th enden
August 13, 2010
“Dear Birtie I like your story’s,your storys are very good I like you because you have good firends,I’m so sorry that your a frog somdays your a prince and Natasha I Like how tell the storys I glad that your Birtie’s firend from me your firend tyler bye,bye.”
I am going to be witch that got bitten by a vampire for halloween thats why I am listen to this story
October 25, 2010
Hi my name is Michelle and it is almost halloween and i am dressing up as a THE REAPER!!. My friend Melisa is dressing up as a witch who got bitten by a vampire.It is really strange for an eleven year old but she can be a little weired at points.She always talks about DEATH DEATH DEATH!!. I’m nothing like her but i do kind of like boy stuff like ben 10,bakugan,teen titans and the class of titans.Halloween doesn’t scare that much but some times it does.
October 25, 2010
yes i did like it it was goood
October 26, 2010
this is a good story but not for a fourth grader i thank .it is ok toooooooooooooooooooooooooooo………………………………..i will be a cheerleader for hallawen.
Hi Bertie or whoever you are. Looks like you haven’t told a story in awhile. I just wanted to let you know that my husband and I appreciated your story very much. I remember reading all 13? Wizard of Oz books back when I was 10 years old, and I loved them! Listening to you read Chapter 12 brought ack all of those wonderful memories. Just wanted to let you know your efforts were still treasured after 2 years 🙂
Scary. Great for halloween. Please get more scary storys. :):):):)
October 13, 2011
October 27, 2011
October 28, 2011
i love this story so muchhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sha sha —
January 18, 2012
i loved it 🙂 😛
February 23, 2012
Chapter 12 The Wicked Witch of the West is a highly dramatic chapter in the Wizard of oz book. Dorothy finds a way to defeat the Wicked Witch
with a bucket of water but her companions are still yet to be saved.
it’s perfect that I’m listening to this story today because today is Monday then comes Tuesday. wednesday is halloween.
October 29, 2012
i love this story
November 7, 2012
This is a long story
November 7, 2012
yan!!! old way to old and dumb
cc jones —
January 30, 2013
oh dont be scard if u r go to your mommy and cry k
cc jones —
January 30, 2013
Some Edgar Allan Poe stories please!!!!!!!!!!
February 25, 2013
i like the story even this is showed at my fieldtrip but i did not come to my fieldtrip because i will be home late
March 14, 2013
hi are you natasha and bertie boyfriend and girlfriend
September 8, 2013
I like dis
October 15, 2013
October 30, 2013
I hate it!
October 22, 2014
I love it (not)
some wone —
October 27, 2014
I think this story is amazing!!! Can you make more Katie stories???
Please say YES!!!! PLZ….
October 28, 2014
The witch is ugly very very very mutch
Love it !!!!!!!!!!!!' —
November 3, 2014
Moq is mary —
February 12, 2015
i love it
May 3, 2015
i love this story omg. thank you for sharing it with me. 😉
October 27, 2015
December 19, 2015
i love that its spooky
May 16, 2016
I HAVEN’T READ IT YET I HOPE ITS GOOD
February 6, 2017
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