I stood up and suddenly, I felt weak and sore beyond belief. My left arm in particular, with an ache that made me wince and it was all I could do to keep from screaming.
"Are you a Strordinaire?"
And there a boy
Not more than ten
With hope in his eyes
Looking at me
Like I was
The who he'd been waiting for
"I am."
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