Where am I?” Magnus croaked.”Nazca.””Oh, so we went on a little trip.””You broke into a man’s house,” Catarina said. “You stole a carpet and enchanted it to fly. Then you sped off into the night...
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My mind may be sober, but my confidence is high!
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The moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision. Was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? Or was I sober, asleep, and alone?
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My voice falls into Southern drawl when I am tired, drunk, or in trouble. Too often, my accent is attacked by all three of these realities.
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