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The Squeaky Wheel

Hell’s bells and billy-goat balls. I felt like I stepped on a landmine. Look at all the pretty pieces of my life blown into the stratosphere, raining down like useless specks of glitter.

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What Is Magic?

   Magic, what is it?   The answer depends on how, where, who, and when you ask. There was a time when fire would be considered great magic because no one could understand what it was or how it happened.  Today,

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