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Grandpa spent his days in the attic perfecting his magic. “Not that crappy Halloween once~a~year magic,” he insisted. “Mine’s real.”
He was afraid to tell people though. “Everyone knows what a couple of whiners Grandma and Aunt Mabel are,” he knew.
Day after day, hour after hour, he lingered in his favorite hangout, making things disappear, or float upward, among other offbeat feats.
Eventually he resigned himself to spending the rest of his life with a comic book super power. “Hey,” he thought. ” It could be worse. Other grandparents have liver spots.”
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