“Why are we digging up the Patterson’s dog again?”

“Why are we digging up the Patterson’s dog again?” He grunted, shovel scooping freshly turned earth onto their pile. “And isn’t there some spell to undig a grave?” “Because,” she panted, holding up a hand as the corner of a blue blanket poked through. “You decided to break into the house of a vile witch who hates us, Boone,” she said with mock patience, brows arched up high. 

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