A Fragile Cup of Witch's Brew

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Months later I learned that Dee had a baby girl. They named her Sybil. Apparently her hair was coming in bright orangy red.

I went to visit mom and daughter. They were both doing well. I brought baby Sybil two small gifts.

A froggy teething toy and Sybil's wooden Love flute.

"It's from your great-aunt Sybil," I whispered to the baby as she chewed on the toy while proud mom watched on, "she wanted you to have it." Her big brown eyes stared at the flute.

My lips tingled as I kissed her little forehead.

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