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It had been years, it seemed, since he really thought about it. The magic was always there, swirling inside him like a dark mist straining to be released, but he had never let it surface... "I'm not talking about this anymore Marcus." He went to hang up, "Jon, you know what I mean! All I'm saying is, it can't hurt to move forward with life-" "What life?" He grumbled. "And put yourself out there, man! I mean, don't go out and be stupid enough to fall in love, but you are allowed to have a good time. Fun is good for you! It keeps you young; good for the skin." "Black magic keeps me young, Marcus." "Oh whatever. It's hardly 'black'. You'd never even touch that stuff and you know it." "Not like she gave me much of a choice with being touched by regular magic, either," he said with a snarl. "Dude, stop being bitter." "'Dude' stop being in the 70's. It was a terrible decade. Move on Marcus." "I'm serious! If you can't move on then you're going to stay stuck for the next 74 years. Leanne can't keep you from having fun, man." "Don't say her name..." Beneath his dark past, Jon wanted nothing more than to be happy. But being happy was the last thing he was allowed to be. He was cursed, and it was going to stay that way...at least for awhile.
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