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The Phone Call
"They're coming tomorrow at noon," he replied dazedly.
“Dudley, Katrina… I think your son might be magical.”
The next letter was written in emerald ink with a red wax seal.
“Mr Snuggles?” scoffed Greg. “My toad is called Henry. Mr Snuggles is just insulting.”
“Cookies! Aw, yeah!” Greg breathed excitedly.
His son was about to be swept away from him into a world he could hardly even begin to understand.
"Reading is boring."
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