“Yes,” said Brittni. Her lips pressed together thin and pale, then continued. “And No. At least, not according to my grandmother. Peter asked that same question, and you could tell from his voice that he was extremely disappointed to find out that a Gypsy Santa he could finally relate to had met his demise just as he had finally heard of the fellow. My grandmother explained to Peter that in the gypsy world, there was a difference between dead and gone, and dead and still here. Remember, Raba Kas only showed up during the coldest, most desolate of nights. That just so happens to be great preservation weather."
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