Double Double

No, not Toil and Trouble...well, I guess it was pretty cool that all I had to do was fake-sneeze some powder into my coffee if the vendor forgot my sprinkles...but still, I didn't like being feared for accidentally...well...let's just say it's a good thing that I have a sister instead of a brother.  

I still hated it, though.  Even though kids loved me for beating the bully and other bullies feared me, I wished I could just be normal.  But, normal has a new definition when you come home and see your sister chanting something about newt eyes and is dropping stuff into mom's old cooking pot.  

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