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Poison
by Bridget Zinn
~Socks~
“Wait,” Kyra said, sitting up in alarm. “How did she find us? We’re miles away from the witch.”
“No idea.”
“Fred,” Kyra said tentatively, “you didn’t remove anything from the witch’s house, did you?”
“What do you take me for?”
“Kyra cocked her head.”
“She did give me some warm socks before she went and got you.”
“Fred!”
“What? My feet were cold. You should have seen the holes in my other socks!”
