Re: Modern Magic
Lucy's hand pushed against the door, and held it open for the three people she was with, a small smile on her face as she looked at the shelves of books, her black hair wavering behind her
America grasped her baseball bat, seeing some others, she hid the thing, her eyes still a blood red, her brown jacket swaying back and forth as she walked along the sidewalk, a few people getting out of the personified country's way
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