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Wild Hare's Daughter
By Laura Koerber
My mother would never tell me who my dad was. I was curious but didn't really care until random incidences of spontaneous levitation changed my perspective. So…before I started flying, I thought that magic was nonsense, just stories, imagination. But when I found out that I could fly, well, that changed everything. Flying meant that magic was real; therefore, it was logical I wasn't the only one who had magic. Someone else in my town had magic too.
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