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The witches began to fly, brooms laden with heavy saddlebags.

“Ready?” Meghan shouted. “Chant it!”

“Neither snow nor rain!” Dotty replied.

“Nor heat nor gloom of night!” Quinna yelled.

“The mail must go through!” Meghan finished. “Let’s deliver these ballots!”

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