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I couldn't sleep. I was sad and angry and confused. Riley was sound asleep by the window with a book on her face. I took it off carefully and placed it on the floor. I gently put a blanket over her. How could we just let Cora run free? She's hurting so many people and getting away with it. Life isn't fair. I poofed to a museum, but wound up at a carnival. Well, it was a carnival.

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I'm not sure how I ended up here, but at this point, I was just happy to be alone and out of my house. It was kind of creepy here though. I looked over and saw a motorcycle. It was the one from my dream. Here we go again. That sense of déjà vu. I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I turned around and saw Grayson. I wondered why he was here. It looked abandoned. "Stalking me now?" he teased. "I was going to ask you the same question," I responded. "That your bike?" I nodded at it. It was pretty. And clean. I've never ridden one before. "Yup. She's a beauty," he said. He walked over to it. "Would you mind taking me on it?" There was no harm in asking. Worst he could say is no. And then I'd try to go to the museum again. He smirked and offered me his helmet. "Keep it," I said and made one appear on my head. "Ah, you're a witch. I'm a wolf," he explained. "Cool," I replied. He got on and then I sat behind him. "Ready?" he asked. I was more than ready.

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It was best feeling ever. I felt free. It felt like all of the negativity was released from me. I don't know what it was about this guy, but I felt like I always wanted to be with him. And I barely ever enjoy anyone's company.