"Well,... there might be.." here Swizzle pauses and narrows his little eyes. His stare is causing you to feel uncomfortable and you begin to stammer excuses to leave this strange store. Swizzle holds up one stumpy finger and shakes his head. You pause and hold your breath, anticipation causing the blood in your arms to boil.
"You need to want it." Swizzle whispers and shakes the potion in his hands. The liquid froths and you watch it, wide-eyed.
"Is that it?" your whisper causes Swizzle to smile. His grin spreads over his flushed face. There is something about that smile you don't trust. You decide to....
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