Black out poem

The Fight Between a Brother and Sister.

Ought to be leaving. Hope he get used to being on his own. I suppose. The mantelpiece . Here it is, don’t you want to? Well yes and no. I don’t really see why I should. You have never bothered me about the other things. Interested, I am quite mistaken.  There was an angry light in his eyes. My own, my precious. The wizards face remaind grave. His deep eyes showed that he were startled.

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