It started out as a regular Saturday morning. I got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to have breakfast. But, there was something unusual about today. My mother wasn't making breakfast. It was making itself. The eggs were frying by themselves, and the bacon was sizzling by itself too. My mother usually never used magic to do her work for her, so I found that odd. I also was wondering where my parents actually were, so I checked the living room. They weren't there, so I checked the wash room. Not there either. I never wanted to resort to this, but I decided to check there anyway. Their bedroom....
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