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The first time my power surfaced, I was in the back of Jimmy’s truck-bed, arguing over which of us should take our pants off first. Of course, at the time I didn’t know to call it power, or magic, or anything. In fact, when he was suddenly knocked backward by some unseen force, his heavy denim ripping off of him like tearaway pants, I thought I was dreaming. When he started screaming...
Added 30 Aug 2014 | Category Supernatural
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