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artist. I was, uh, thinking of doing it for the talent show.” He hoped she was buying his story. Alex crossed her arms. “You’re a wizard,” she said simply. “You mean with tools? Like the ones I used to build the clothes rack?” T. J.’s brain was spinning. He tried to think fast. “Yeah, I’m, uh, kind of a wizard.” Oh, please! Alex thought. “No, a wizard as in potions and brooms and spells,” she said pointedly. “Come on. A wizard?” T. J. forced out a chuckle, trying to play innocent. “Hmm.” Alex could see T. J. was not going to confess to being a wizard so easily. She shrugged casually.
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