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The Day Of The Magic Essay

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The man awoke with a start and a hankering for pickle juice. He was laying on the ground, face squished against something white and hard. Not the first time it had happened. It was becoming a regular thing these past months. Despite the hardness of the ground, he did not want to sit up. It would mean another day of facing the magic. He groaned and blinked the fog out of his eyes. No use in staying on the floor any longer, he supposed. Before him was a vast sea of white. As far as he could tell, there weren 't even any walls. Even his clothing was made of pure whiteness. He frowned and pinched himself. He wasn 't dreaming. There was a tapping sound to his left and he turned to find someone standing beside him. They was tall and lanky, covered in a large black cloak covering him head to toe. Where their face would be was a large, white plague doctor 's mask. On top of their head rested a black brim hat. They stared down at the man, but said nothing. When the two locked eye 's, familiar images exploded throughout the man 's head. ------ It was a Tuesday, and like every other day of the week, he was once again at Nick’s Bar. He always came around 9 o’clock at night, and would be found there until the bar closed at 2 o’clock in the morning. Either Nick, the bartender, or Rick, another patron and friend of Gary, would call a cab for him to bring their drunk off his ass friend home to his empty house. It had been like this for around 3 months now ( a step up from

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