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It might be considered an understatement to say that Aubrey Posen did not believe in magic.
Ever since she was seven and learned the truth about Santa, Aubrey self-identified as a skeptic.
She did not believe in ghosts or angels, in fairy tales or mythology. She didn’t believe in Bigfoot, in miracles, or even in love at first sight.
Unlike her friend Chloe, who, until she was fourteen years old, had desperately wished and hoped and pleaded that her Hogwarts letter was just a little late, Aubrey had a firm grip on reality.
No, Aubrey didn’t believe in much of anything.
Or she didn’t - until she met Emily Junk.
For Junksen Week Day 2 - Supernatural
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