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“Morty!” I gasped, sputtering laughter as the ice swan continued to sway its neck from side to side, pressing more kisses onto my face with its sharp little bill like some overfamiliar European relative. It even reached its glittering wings out toward me, as if for a hug. “Are you serious right now?”
Back in a Spell (The Witches of Thistle Grove, #3)
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