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don't talk, you'll spoil it— this version of me I've been trying to see as you— don't say anything, let's enjoy our basic witch status, excel in the practice of angles— let's remain unsolvable assistants in the craft. sleights of hand, close-up magic, all of it— disappears without audience participation.

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