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Whose Garden Grows at Midnight
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Mrs. Pratt pulls out her phone. 'I have a camera. For the foxes.' She opens the app. Pulls up last night's footage. Her face changes. 'Oh no. Oh—no, look at this.'
The footage shows the pumpkin. Midnight. It starts to roll. Across the soil. Toward Mrs. Pratt's plot. No hands. No rope. No person pushing it. Just rolling. On its own. For a full minute. Until it stops exactly where it is now.
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I rewind it. Play it again. Same thing. The pumpkin rolls. No hands. I look at Mrs. Pratt. 'That's not how physics works.' Mrs. Pratt closes her phone. Her voice is very small. 'No. It isn't.'
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