It was an overcast day out. Like usual, in October, in this part of town. Tenta was talking with C on a park bench, discussing ice cream flavors. "no, but mint chocolate is definitely the best!" "Acceptable." "i don't know what it is with magic people and minty things." "Now that you mention it, how did you get your magic and all that?" The thoughts came crashing back like a tsunami. What would she think about all this? How would he explain all this on a simple park bench in some random park? And- well- just calm yourself down. you'll be fine. there's nothing that you've been through that wouldn't be accepted by her. "you want the whole story?" Where would he even start? This story is about ten years old? Ten years now? Really? Wow. He began with the voice of any remotely good storyteller, and the memories came flooding back.
WHY ISN'T THE MUSIC EXPORT WORKINGGGG
