“I’m capable of magic, you know. It’s always been that way,” he told her one October morning.
“Show me. I don’t believe it.” She kept on making toast.
“And that’s why you’ll never know,” he sighed and returned to being ordinary.
“I’m capable of magic, you know. It’s always been that way,” he told her one October morning.
“Show me. I don’t believe it.” She kept on making toast.
“And that’s why you’ll never know,” he sighed and returned to being ordinary.
Donna Dakota in Word 