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Talking Too Much
He paused, biting his lip. His intention was to just create a person out of thin air, but now that he had commanded his grandmother's complete attention, he found himself nervous and unable to think. The only image in his mind was that of a pretty blond whose smile could light up the entire pub, and whose round hips swayed as she made her way carrying a tray full of glasses.
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