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Sailing Into Darker Waters
My dad sends me a pointed look, then lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Nope. I’m fine,” he responds to my friendly suggestion, his patronizing gaze literally drilling a hole through my skull. Okay, fine, just say it, Evelyn. “I know that you’re well-connected and old-” “Hey!” he jumps into my sentence, overreacting with an offended tone. “-so, I need your help with finding some spells for me,” I continue, making his gaze turn confused, before it soon transforms into a suspicious one. “Carry on …” he trails off, probably not liking where I’m going with this. I take a deep breath, feeling more nervous than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. There’s no telling how he’ll react to my request. He might just snap and rip my head off. Who the hell knows? I try not to blurt everything
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