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That should have been a brilliant move,
Instant magic from an arcade king.
They held their breath, but not too long --
Impassive blue was all it spoke, a quiet rebuke.
Yah! Abracadabra hullaballoo, witchery's way away
Gurgled Megan O'Brien, shaking with giggles.
As you command, he winked, why not?
With a clatter of keys it was done.
A pause, a shrug, well what the hell;
Another strike? Stumpy, what's your call?
But wait! A trickle of light pricked the screen,
A thin white line meandered around the glass,
And burped, blinked, flickered out again.
Sleepers wake … breathed Meg, her voice trailed off.
.. to be continued
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