The Art of Magic

The Morning After

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It was 9 in the morning as the radio was swithced on. Subtle sizzle of fried eggs echoed across the room. The fresh smell of toasted bread and slices of bacon wafted through the air. Blair flipped the eggs in the air as she silently listened to the radio.

Nova on the other hand was perched on the balcony as he licked his paws instinctively. He was staring at the bustling town, seemingly uncaring towards the happenings at night. Another day another missing celebrity. Not even a wide scale of missing people could halt Paradise City in its tracks. Not a day goes by where Paradise City even sleeps.

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Blair stared at the person sitting down on the table, "How did the media suppress this? Wasn't the event last night livestreamed? Sh