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Jack put his phone back into his pocket. “How come you can
talk? You’re not supposed to talk, Mister Bonejingles! You’re
just a wind chime,” he said.
“I’m not just a wind chime,” said the wind chime.
Taking a step closer to get a better look, Nikki asked the silver
skeleton, “Then what are you?”
“My name is Wishbone Jones,” said the talking wind chime.
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