She made the Sawdust Man get down on his hands and knees, turn around on his back take a broom and sweep the chimney.
The soot rained on him, the dirt and the dust and the grunge.
It reminded him of his father
... a coal miner.
It brought him pain everytime he swept the chimney.
The tears from his eyes would drip down his face like cheap mascara
But she made him do it.
She liked to watch his pain.
Witch Bitch was evil.
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