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Cont. Somehow, she even did it without coffee. And then, once the sun had risen fully over the horizon, Francesca finally stood up for a break. Her face was oily, ...

Cont. The screen of her camera blinked, warning her that she was about to shoot at several different shutter speeds. She tapped her glasses. She couldn’t miss the flare of ...

Cont. She swallowed hard. “I’m not- Tim, it wasn’t just any magic. It was our magic blocking off access to that URL. And it had to be someone in the ...

Cont. Those were mostly egg, so they totally counted as protein. After a few seconds, she waved A-ma over and pointed at a row of cups filled with pastel yellow ...

Cont. The rest of the day was surprisingly quiet. Without the hospitals constantly arranging their back-up water and sewage service, Francesca had very little to do. Construction permitting was on ...

Cont. No one in the world had ever observed the imbuing of aether into a magical item. Not in living memory, at least, and probably not for a few centuries ...

cont. As Francesca passed the next round of pieces through her sewing machine, her brain whirred. The presser foot clicked and clacked, and Francesca thought about the layout of parks ...

Cont. It occurred to her though, that even if these individual quilted blocks could not stack together over time to solve the entire scrambling of San Angelo’s city blocks, then ...

cont. She wet her lips and slowly brought herself back to the present. The strange discombobulation of buildings from disparate neighborhoods passed in a blur outside her window, and Persy ...

continued Francesca choked. “Magic plans?” She shot Persy a dubious grimace through the front windshield as she rounded the car. Yanking open the back seat door, she leaned in to ...

Wednesday, October 1, Late-Afternoon Francesca couldn’t find Tim’s thesis. She’d tried the UCBF Wizardry department website. She’d poked and prodded at Jstor and the US Wizardry Journal. She�

Lol I went to a ballroom competition and SLAYED and that's why I'm cutting it so close this week By some unholy stroke of bad luck, Francesca and Tim had ...

... I don't know what happened this week. So apparently, Winona’s wizard contact was Melvin Grace. Melvin Grace, the bane of Francesca’s existence. Melvin Grace, who she’d never met, but ...

I really want to go to the beach She had wasted her college years. She could have had four years of beach time, and she’d let a gaggle of wasted ...

I'm going to see Hadestown on Sunday night lol It clicked while Francesca was on a call with a project engineer. The project engineer was some snot-nosed college grad from ...