[Marisa immediately tensed up, terrified the contact would hurt Patchouli, that the curse really wasn't gone. But then nothing happened and Patchouli was so warm...
She clung to Patchy, buried her face in the crook of her neck, not even realizing tears had begun to slide down her face.]
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She clung to Patchy, buried her face in the crook of her neck, not even realizing tears had begun to slide down her face.]
Lesson learned. So... so sorry, Patchy.