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Carlos first learned of the very unscientific methods of magic on a Tuesday. The day had been unusually clear and sunny- made even more-so when Cecil Palmer came waltzing into the lab, waving absently at a few scientists as he trilled, “Carloooos~” The radio host either didn’t hear or didn’t care about the other researcher’s snickering, good-natured though it was, completely focused on the man who was striding- as well as he could, anyway, it was hard to stride with your arms full of mandatory paperwork- from the back room as fast as he could. Setting the stack of reports and permission documents aside, Carlos