s each a shiny silver dollar. ôThis is not just a dollar,ö she would say, ôIt is a source of magic.ö Then she threw her head back and erupted in a high pitched cackle that sounded like Fourth of July firecrackers.
We all cherished our quarters. My sister talked about how she wanted to spend hers on some candy. My brother said he was putting his in his savings bank towards a new bicycle. I said, ôI will never spend mine, or I will lose the magic.ö Aunt Rose stood in front of the fire and told us all to join hands with her until we formed a human fence. ôNow repeat after me,ö she said. ôI am to prize my dollar for it has magical power.ö We all repeated her words as we held our dollars tightly. When done, she began to glide toward the door like she was floating on clouds. ôHappy Halloween,ö she cackled, befo
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