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That should have been a brilliant move, Instant magic
from an arcade king. They held their breath, but not too long
-- Impassive blue was all it spoke, a quiet rebuke. Yah!
Abracadabra hullaballoo, witchery's way away Gurgled Megan O'Brien,
shaking with giggles. As you command, he winked, why not?
With a clatter of keys it was done. A pause, a shrug, well what
the hell; Another strike? Stumpy, what's your call? But wait! A
trickle of light pricked the screen, A thin white line meandered
around the glass, And burped, blinked, flickered out again.
Sleepers wake … breathed Meg, her voice trailed off.
.. to be continued
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