Nevaeh came to my humble establishment and we were setting up a stage for our last ditch effort to get out of the black.
“Seriously, I’m glad you’re able to help save the shop.”
“It’s the least I can do. It’s from one magician to another.” She smiled a bit after gluing some designs on the stage.
We finished up the platform which was adorned with paintings of rabbits, hats, and clowns on it.
No one was going to stop us here.
Now the both of us had to perfect our crafts to give a five star performance on such a short notice.
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