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Magic isn__ something that can be explained: it simply is. It takes while it gives. So_ _ the spinner steps closer, his outstretched hand demanding _ __ have given you magic, and now it must be paid.
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Magic isn__ something that can be explained: it simply is. It takes while it gives. So_ _ the spinner steps closer, his outstretched hand demanding _ __ have given you magic, and now it must be paid.
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