ghost of a potion(44)

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He cracked a smile. “Are you one of those ghost hunters, Miss Carly?”

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Shrugging, he said, “I can’t see it doing no harm. When do you want to take a look?”

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“Miss Carly, I have all copyright infringement time in copyright infringement wsucksld fsucks you copyright infringement your magic potions.”





Chapter Thirteen

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