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Charlie sits in a booth near the front door, willing his brother to walk through it.
Of course, this consists of waving his fingers at it in a mystical-ish manner and murmuring, "Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo . . ." but when one has no inherent magic, one has to make it up as one goes along.
He will not take it badly should anyone point out how silly this is.
Of course, this consists of waving his fingers at it in a mystical-ish manner and murmuring, "Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo . . ." but when one has no inherent magic, one has to make it up as one goes along.
He will not take it badly should anyone point out how silly this is.