Ian called, around ten on Saturday and we set up plans to go to Windmill City Fest. Merika called, too, and soon we were all going. I got ready and the four of us (Miles, as well) all rode our bikes downtown. First, we went to the library book sale and looked around. I found a black magic book written by some 8th century arab. It had the doom-
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