Roxie called for me the other night and when I came in, I discovered that Lala was on the floor. I retrieved it for her, but she threw it down again. "It smells", she declared. It had been rained on earlier in the day during Googleween, and I guess this had affected it somehow.
"What does it smell like" I asked.
"Bad memories."
"Bad memories of what?"
"Bad memories of Harry Potter."
"What about Harry Potter."
"Scary things. Like ghostes."
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