Saturday, September 18, 2010

He was out of Lucky Charms.

As the blaze cascaded from my palms, I felt immediate regret, as well as third degree burns. “Hot hot hot hot!” The life of a wizard is no walk in the park. I prefer to hover, anyway. My bread sufficiently toasted, and my hands recovering with an ice pack, I perused the morning newspaper. The local baseball team had won. This came as no surprise, as I was present when some mysterious errors had occurred. My magic was not very practical in important matters, however. After years in a dead end job, I wished I could disappear. So I did.

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