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A Confession To Make
Less than an hour later, I’m already saying my goodbyes to aunt Marion, a little bugged that she has to go already. But I really feel like we bonded over this short period of time that we spent together. I’ve never felt it before. Maybe my perspective has changed since I believed we’d all die in here soon. I sigh as I wave at her, before she sits in the Hummer and I watch as it drives away. She hasn’t met up with Mr. Franklin, so I’m suspecting she dumped him. Good riddance. That dude isn’t just extremely obnoxious, but he’s also kind of a creep. She did see Hugh, however. Even if just briefly. He just happened to be waiting in the group of warrior witches, that agreed to take their helping colleagues from all around the world to the airport. And no, they’re not driving in the same car.
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