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For me, magic had always been a feeling, a physical sensation I could trace with my fingers, like dipping my hand into a stream of water.
I stared at the dash in horrified wonder. “I can’t believe we’re actually driving around in a metal box powered by explosions. Where do you even get gasoline anymore?”
“The cost of survival is doing things you don’t like,” he said coldly. “Suck it up or give up, but don’t sit on the fence and complain.
I couldn’t help myself. “So you’re saying you can talk to the hand?” The look Nik gave me then was absolutely scalding, but I didn’t regret a thing. No matter how serious the situation, a good pun is never a waste.
