Oh, I Didn't Think It Wise To

But Sons Are A Different Matter To A Man. More A Duty Than An Indulgence.

Because You Can't Keep Up The Illusion Forever," I Say. "no One Has That Much Magic.

Agent Jones Held Sinjin’s Face In His Hands. “i’m Going To Make Balloon Animals. People Need Balloon Animals.” “how Right You Are, Strange Delusional Man,” Sinjin Said.

Sheep. I'm Stuck In A Boarding School Filled With Sheep.

It's Only His Thumb Brushing Slowly Across The Lower Edge Of My Lip, But It's As If Time Slows And The Sweep Of That Thumb Below My Mouth Takes Forever. It Is No Spell That I Know Of, But It Holds Such Magic, I Can Scarcely Breath. He Pulls His Hand Away Fast, Aware Of What He's Done. But His Touch Lingers.