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"Brina,” Harvey sounded suddenly. “Do you... Do remember how you told me that I come from a family of witch-hunters?” Pale moths knocked into the porch light behind them, a soft tink tink tink. “Well, I was thinking, what if that’s the reason I fell for you and Roz? Like, some kind of witch radar or something. But, you know, instead of killing you, I want to kiss you instead.” Harvey chuckled at himself, at the ridiculousness of it all. “I wonder if Tommy had that too,” he murmured after a moment. “The girls he fell for always disappeared somehow.”








