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I look around the bare room, the inside of the lamp without Raf's magic to make it look like a home. Now the inside looks vaguely like the empty inside of a tin can after you dump out the corn. I walk up to the wall, staring warily at it as if it might bite me. Raf must notice because he gives me a small smile. “It won't hurt you.”

“I know.”

He gives me a blank look. Probably wondering what I am waiting for. “Hmm.. then what is the hold up?”

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