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"Common sense would be handy in a situation like this," Percy had his fingers, such as they were, hovering over the golden orb of cookie. His job was to make sense of the thoughts that I had. The thoughts so grand and fantastical they needed a bit or a pinch of tether. Every witch I knew had a 'Percy', a special side-kick, familiar, guardian angel, spiritual advisor. And, every witch I knew of had a very different arrangement with her Percy. What made our relationship work all these years was its malleable nature. "If I eat this Butter Moon cookie, that will make ..." he had to recalibrate, honestly. "that would make?" "That would make it an even half dozen, P. You're stuffing yourself and it'll hurt." I hated bursting his balloon. He's Pisces after all and sometimes? Sometimes he likes a good fantasy and then we're both in trouble. So you see the fix we get into. In most cases a witch came with her Percy at birth. It was ...
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This was a town with room to spare the broken and otherwise imperfect. My mind glittered at the small but telling signs of attitudes and memories collected in the space of ten years. There are no accidents, but Accidents ? That is another matter. The hand-written sign on the grocer's window read "Part-time Baker Wanted." I wasn't looking for the job, but was definitely open to the work. Time moved quickly once I tapped on the window, caught the eye of the man with silver-hair and matching beard. The wheels of my chair barely cleared the bakery door, 'that'll have to change' I thought while saying instead, "Saw your sign. I'd like to apply for the job." There wasn't much room for a wheelchair in the small but cozy building, but there weren't any customers either. Without pretense, the wrinkles on his face smoothed as the man looked deeply into my face. "I'd have to do something about the workspace," without a trace o...
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