My hands used to create magic. I think with the increasing demands of adulthood, they've had their spark pulled right out of them. My little sister's hands still glisten with it, but I fear her hunge ... [+]
He said, "Everyone is buying it like mad." "And you need another 40 rolls?" I said. He didn't. But with toilet paper the new currency, he soon became a greedy robber baron. Until supply exceeded his demands. He disappeared till after the pandemic. Resurfaced wrapped in toilet paper. Like a Halloween mummy, he insisted he was cursed.
