The magic ended when too many sleights of hand went awry, too many tricks were bungled, and worse yet, curse words were caught on his headset mic at the Boys and Girls Club.
The self-published novel was in a box propping up a bunny cage. He sold one hundred and twelve copies in two years, and his best review was three stars, from his next door neighbor he dog sat for.
Though he knew his kids hated him, he thought they might visit the bunny once in a while, but no.
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