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>It is now 6pm
>Do you know where your children are?
>"No, vaguely threatening 90's tv guy, I do not."
>Que the sound of C.O.P.S on the same Tv.
>Of course, I'm in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to make.
>And quickly realizing I'm going to have to go to the corner store.
>I am not amused at this process.
>Keys, wallet, phone and I'm out the door. These sleeve pockets are pretty handy.
>Behold, I am a wizard.
>I cut through the open desert lot, barefoot.
>Yes, I realize this is stupid.
>Right about the time I step down and hiss, I realize I've been fucking around with my head in the clouds.
>YouHaveSteppedIntoAMinefield.jpg.
>Using my mind, because I need to learn, I yank the offending teddy bear cholla out of my foot and send it bouncing amongst it's breathren.
>Right, this is gonna be stupid.
>Wingardium Leviosa, bitches.
>The floating chunks of cactus begin clearing a path for me as he patiently make my way across the lot.
>And right into a crowd of the local ne'er do wells.
>I give them a look, the kinda that says I am not in the mood.
>"Holy shit! It's one of them weird things that people are turning into."
>I hold up a hand, and in the palm of my hand is a bouncing orb of flame
>"I just want to get to the store."
>They part like the red sea and I keep walking.
>I step into the store and instantly regret it as the own jumps back from the counter.
>Two minutes later I slap butter, milk and orange juice onto the countertop.
>ClerkBSOD.exe
>I produce my wallet, and drop ten onto the countertop, and just stare at them.
>Win95bootup.wav
>Cash register rings and out the door I go again as I shoulder the bag and head for the lot.
>I'm halfway home when I hear the sirens.
>I'm already done cooking when the knock at the door comes.
>I pop the door open, both officers are back.
>"I needed butter, milk and orange juice."
>I produce my ID, and my veterans ID, they wave me off.
>Courtesy call. Statement, not a danger, just getting groceries. They leave. I eat.
