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Forty-Eight
Stella Lockheed I'm telling you, it was a jaw-dropping moment. I'm not sure if Willow's eyes could get any wider, but mine sure felt like they were about to pop right out of my skull. The whole scene was surreal, like something out of a crazy dream. And that eerie hush that settled over the school grounds? It was like a heavy blanket of silence, so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. Every eye was on us, and I could practically feel the collective thoughts of the students swirling in the air, trying to piece together the puzzle of why in the world I, Willow, and a horse had just appeared out of thin air. It was like we'd dropped into their reality from some otherworldly dimension, and I couldn't blame them for being utterly baffled. Heck, I was just as bewildered as they were, t
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