magic

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"Where am I?" He stepped out into the unfamiliar surroundings, blinking.

"In a whole new world," the girl, who'd been standing in front of him for s fair few minutes, linked their arms. "To quote the wonderful Aladdin."

"I don't understand..." Michael trailed off, taking in the beautiful scenery.

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages."

"What?"

"That was Shakespeare, dummy," she rolled her eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, the world you were in before, it wasn't real. It was magic. This is the real world, mate, and it ain't pretty."

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I actually wanted to write this but I honestly couldn't bc I have so many unpublished half written stories like...

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