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I held up the empty spring roll wrapper. “She liked my snack?”

I looked at her. At the woman who could unmake reality with a thought, who snored louder than a chainsaw, who cried at dog commercials and burned my laundry when she was annoyed.

“I know,” she said. “You’re a nobody. I find it refreshing. Everyone in my life is a somebody . They all want something. You want nothing.” I held up the empty spring roll wrapper

I ordered a beer. That’s when she materialized on the stool next to me.

I woke up the next morning alone, with a hangover that felt like a demon was using my skull as a maraca, and a note written in what I hoped was red ink. “I know,” she said

Damien can levitate blocks. He’s also learned how to unlock the child-safe latches on the cabinets. He refuses to eat anything that isn’t shaped like a dinosaur. Last week, he turned the cat into a small, furry cube. The cat was fine after an hour.

That’s when the floor cracked open, and a seven-foot-tall man in a bespoke crimson suit stepped out. He had my father’s disappointed frown, a lion’s mane of fiery hair, and eyes that contained the heat death of a thousand suns. Everyone in my life is a somebody

I had been dairy-free for six years.

She laughed. The room filled with the scent of sulfur and honeysuckle.

Each one lit up like a Christmas tree. Two pink lines. Except the lines were actually tiny, angry faces.

I was in the middle of hyperventilating into a paper bag when my front door melted. Not broke down. Melted . Into a puddle of black goo that smelled of ozone and burnt sugar.