Magic

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Magic.

Magic.

Magic.

That's what it is.

Our flat stands, people are in it, lights are on.

It's magic.

Mom doesn't seem surprised. She looks normal.

"Mom? Why is our flat now standing? What happened to the monster?"

Now she looks confused.

"Monster? What do you mean, Roy?"

"The monster that destroyed our flat?"

"There was no monster. You've been daydreaming again. Come on in."

"It's real I'm sure. I ain't got the brains to think it up mom!" I tell her.

"No Roy. You have. Our flat is right here." she says.

"I'm going on a walk."

"Fine."

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