Not one word Not one truth

Not one word Not one truth

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"We have a special guest with us this evening, please welcome..." I looked up from my phone at the TV -where my mom was watching ET- to see the picture frozen and flickering between something else. When it stoped, it stoped on an older man, about mid fifties. "Hello, my name is Philip, and there is something very special about me. I am a Wizard, no joke. If you want proof then look at this" he suddenly walked through the TV. "Hi" He looked around and said "One of you are Wizards too. I can't tell who, but it is one of you. The closets magic representative will get in touch with you shortly" He smiled, went back into the TV. "What the fu*k was that." My mom said before looking at me and correcting "frick" "For all of you what i just did is my speclty. I can multiply myself. The appearing in your house is magic I made up. So for the few I told you about the nearest representative I wasn't joking they Will be with you soon." The screen went back and we were back with ET. "Um... commercial brake time" the host said with a fake smile Isaac learns something about his family and he is forever different. **Mild swareing**
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