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I dropped my hands as he said the word. Part of me expected the storm to keep blowing, for us to stay trapped by my own stupid magic. But the spell dissolved, and the mist shrunk into the night as I launched down 10th Avenue after Eric.
The people on the sidewalks stared at us as we ran. Stared behind us, too, so I chanced a glance back at my building. The façade was…well, kind of missing. The place looked like an open-front dollhouse. Mrs. O’Leery who lived on the second floor was in her giant underpants and pink hair curlers, staring out at the street below her, looking more annoyed than frightened. I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Mops glaring at me from what had been my living room before Eric dragged me around the corner and out of sight.
“We need to find Devon and Elizabeth,” I puffe
