What Dreams Are Made Of

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Ian Two weeks pass like a blink. I barely hear from Victor for the entire time. Between the bar opening and my shop I try to stay always busy. In my free time I meditate and try to ground myself. The weather is getting better and better, July making my mood lighten the further we go into summer. I feel a lot calmer as days go by my magic finally starting to flow more naturally in my bloodstream. I am still hesitant to play with it and try to do anything too serious. I re-learned a few old tricks I had mastered back in the day, like playing with the air currents in small amounts or making small sparks come out of my palms. Party tricks to entertain Ariana and give me courage that I’ve got all this and I will survive the fall with Victor. It is only late at night or early in the morning

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