Paxton returned her giggle with a soft laugh of his own.

“Nuh-uh,” He shook his head, “It is magic you just have to try hard enough!” He laughed and threw the rock in the air, “See.”

He watched as it came down and landed in the sand, “It flew which means it must be magic! Yours hasn’t flown so yours is broken, not mine. And anyway, my father is a ghost which means I am right and you are not!”

The logic was flawless.
Plus, he liked telling everyone he had a ghost for a father at every opportunity he got. It was his one cool thing.

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