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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/fritzi-cox/toxic_chemistry.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/fritzi-cox/toxic_chemistry_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Toxic Chemistry" alt ="Toxic Chemistry"/></a><br//><p>You could take the witch out of the swamp, but you couldn't take the swamp out of the witch.<br>Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who lived in a magical bayou&#8212;just kidding. <br>I was a far cry from royalty. Let's just say, my bloodline was more Addams Family than royal family&#8212;but that magic part was true. <br>With a notorious voodoo queen and a witch doctor as my parents, my family had more skeletons in its closet than NOLA's North Side Skull and Bone Gang. <br>I was a broke waitress with certain "gifts" I'd like to return. Being normal wasn't on the menu for a genetically cursed country girl like me. <br>When a tall, dark, and handsome man offered to whisk me away to a life of luxury, who was I to argue? <br>He wined and dined me until I was one greasy po'boy away from a heart attack. <br>But things quickly went south when his idea of romance was volunteering me to participate in his latest deadly experiment. <br>I went from swamp rat to lab rat, and...]]></description>
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