Do You Believe In Magic?

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I am magical.  How do I know this?

My 14 year old texts me from school saying he needs a ride.  I drive across town, catch one extra slow Santa Fe(that's a freight train) and two sadistically long traffic lights, to pick him up, only to find he's no where in sight.  Hmmmm....where is that little....cherub??
I text him..."I'm Here. Where are you?"

He texts back..."o i got a rid wit my fren. sory"
Yeah...you'll be "sory" alright.


Me..."And HOW was I supposed to figure this out?!"

Him..."i jus thoght ud know."

See. Magical.

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