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                                        Magic in the Kitchen

               JAXON IS STILL standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring at the living room. Okay, now what?
               He doesn’t know whether to be excited or scared.

                   Heck, he thinks, if Gran gave me this magic necklace, then she’ll be there to help me if I get in
               trouble. “Right Gran?” he asks in a whisper. He looks around half expecting her to answer him.
               Jaxon remembers to take a breath to calm down. He smiles thinking about his grandmother.
                   “This is all fine and dandy, but I’m thirsty as heck, hungry too.”
                   He turns, walks into the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice and a bowl of cereal, and stops
               dead in his tracks.
                   The curtains are missing and other stuff, too. And there’s a weird looking refrigerator in there.

               Like super old.

                   He goes to the counter, grabs a glass, and pours some of the orange juice someone left on
               the  counter.  He  picks  up  the  glass  and  walks  over  to  take  a  closer  look  at  the  funky-looking
                   “What kind of refrigerator is this?” he says out loud to no one in particular.
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