"I’ll do the work! I just need a clear head," Raf pleaded. "Please, big sister. I’m desperate. Marcus is going to crush me."
I reached for the remote control on the coffee table. It was just out of reach. I stretched, my fingers grazing the plastic, but before I could grab it, the remote slid. It didn't fall. It slid horizontally, smoothly, against the laws of friction, right into the palm of my hand. i raf you big sister is a witch extra quality
So, Elara, if you’re reading this: I’ve figured you out. Also, please don't turn me into a newt. I have plans this weekend. "I’ll do the work