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34. Til My Casket Drops.

"There are no such things as witches. Those are only mythical creatures," Pidge let out a scoff combing her hair.

"Yeah, but just imagine. All three of us being witches and with a wave of our hand we find out the who exactly the baby daddy is..." Rosina was lost in thoughts.

An imaginary world running through her mind.

"Okay, now if you are done with your fantasy world...why don't we just go?" Pidge turned around and spoke.

They were wearing black, perfect outfits for a funeral.

Winter's aunt had died and the funeral was being arranged by the rest of the family.

"I wonder where is she going to live, now?" Pidge sighed and she grabbed her bag.

"She can come live with me, though. I mean now that her evil aunt is dead..." Rosina shrugged her shoulders and Pidge quickly hushed her up.

"Stay quiet, Rosina! She'll hear us..."

They stood at the front of the funeral. Everyone's heads were down. Maybe it was them showing respect of maybe there we
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