Don’t. Laugh. He says in an exasperated voice. For starters you’re the only one who can see me. Why? Magic. No. Shut up. He says before you even get the chance to speak. I’ve been assigned to you, whether we like it or not. “For what?” You’re going to ask? Shut up. Listen. He sets his briefcase down on the table you’re at, his twin tails swaying. He clicks it open and pulls out a picture of your recently acquired pendant.
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