“Yes,” said Harvey. “What do you dream of being?” “I never dream,” she said defiantly. “You should try it,” Harvey told her. “If you can change me into a worm, or a bat, what could you do for yourself?” The defiance on her face became bafflement, and the bafflement turned to panic. Her outstretched fingers began to retreat into themselves. Harvey reached for them like lightning, however, interweaving his fingers with hers. “What do you want to be?” he said to her. “Think!” She started to struggle, and he felt her magic surging through her fingers into his, attempting to work some change on
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