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I picked a fine day to ignore my journal.
When I arrived home, I found broken shards from about fifty cups and saucers, scattered all over the hearth. Guess Mum replicated a slew of them and then chucked them all at the mantlepiece, one after another. Made a hell of a mess, but I suppose it worked. She was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a pot of tea. With red eyes but as calm as you please.
Then I opened my journal and I discovered why.
Merlin.
When I arrived home, I found broken shards from about fifty cups and saucers, scattered all over the hearth. Guess Mum replicated a slew of them and then chucked them all at the mantlepiece, one after another. Made a hell of a mess, but I suppose it worked. She was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a pot of tea. With red eyes but as calm as you please.
Then I opened my journal and I discovered why.
Merlin.
