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"how do you do it?" you cried suddenly as we walked. "do what?" i asked. "balance things on things that shouldn't stay but they do." "i don't?" i said and remembered that i do. we decided it must be some vague form of magic that bowls never fell off of tissue boxes i never knocked glasses of water off of my bed frame that terracotta pots stayed put on water jugs and the way i can load a dish strainer shouldn't be possible. well scratch that because today at eight a.m. i spilled half a cup of fresh coffee all over my blanket sheets shirt and ipod nothing was damaged just smelling very columbian but i guess i'm not magic after all.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
not magic
"how do you do it?" you cried suddenly as we walked. "do what?" i asked. "balance things on things that shouldn't stay but they do." "i don't?" i said and remembered that i do. we decided it must be some vague form of magic that bowls never fell off of tissue boxes i never knocked glasses of water off of my bed frame that terracotta pots stayed put on water jugs and the way i can load a dish strainer shouldn't be possible. well scratch that because today at eight a.m. i spilled half a cup of fresh coffee all over my blanket sheets shirt and ipod nothing was damaged just smelling very columbian but i guess i'm not magic after all.
Copyright 9/16/16 by B. E. McComb
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
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