“Hey, Yvonne, where were you?” Lora asked, grabbing my hand as I approached.“I got your text. Why were you looking for me? I don’t recall stealing your boyfriend,” I teased, making faces at them as I settled between my friends.They laughed, playfully pushing me. “You’re crazy,” Lora exclaimed.I chuckled, enjoying their company.Grace pulled me closer. “Great! I knew they wanted to gossip,” I thought to myself, remaining silent.“Father Bosco was here. They caught a new girl, and she’s a witch,” Grace informed us, her hands trembling.“Oh, that’s unfortunate. Did the witch girl try to harm anyone?” I feigned ignorance, watching their reactions carefully.They gasped, staring at me in disbelief.“We can’t wait around until they start hunting us down, Yvonne. I’m relieved Father Bosco is targeting the witches. I can’t stand the thought of being bewitched,” Grace confessed.Suppressing the urge to laugh, I maintained my composure. What did she know about witches and being bewitched?“Ar
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