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I could take the pain away when he hit her.

Delilah refuses my help. When I try to use my magic to take the pain away she pushes back at me. Her magic is stronger in this way – in refusal of other magic. A reflector of sorts. Mama said this was her special gift. Mine was yet to be discovered.

“Magic runs deeper on the female side,” Mama would say to me. “She will bloom faster than you, but yours, if you… ”

I always wake up right before the important parts.

Father was done whipping me and I hadn’t noticed. He was looking into my eyes, seeing the emptiness in them. His face twisted into a grimace and he slapped me without warning.

I fell to the ground, feeling the full impact of the blow.
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Mook was a boy-man and he knew it.

Looking down at the scale he realized that he’d gained another 3 pounds. When will it stop? he thought as he stepped off the scale.

He sat on his bed and stared at the digital clock, it’s red letters vibrating with a hidden electrical rhythm. He moved his eyes over to the door as his mother swung the door open.

“Andale, mijo!” she said in her tiny Hispanic voice. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“I’m eating over at Phil’s house tonight, mama.”
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