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I Miss Magic

I miss waiting for a new book.


I loved being so addicted to a story that my mind was sucked inside the book, leaving only a shell of a body behind to bump into things.  


My family misses the animation that lasted for at least  ten days prior to a book coming out.


I miss the disgusting new as well as the fascinatingly winsome.



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That is, until THIS!

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  1. I literally started hyperventilating the day this trailer came out. I was SOOOOO excited.

    I am probably going to sob my eyes out when it's all over. Read all the books from the get-go (even took my one-year-old to the midnight garden party to get the last book when it came out...and I drew a lightning bolt on his forehead...and he was so pissed that I had him out at midnight). LOL!

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  2. I have not read any of the books, nor seen any of the movies. But I know I can get a vague sense of unease every month or so...don't need to get a can of it ;-)

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  3. You just gave me and idea to harvest snot worldwide and then sell it to payoff my mortgage. I love you.

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  4. Hadn't seen that preview yet. My kids are planning to dress up for the movie this time around.
    What fun is to be had.It will be sad when it's all over.

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  5. Oh goodness that shop is hilarious!

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