I had seen the Magic Shop from a distance several times; I had driven by it once or twice. It had a shop window full of enticing little items, including magic balls, magic hens, wonderful cones, ventriloquist dolls, the materials for the basket trick, packs of cards that looked okay, and other things of that nature. However, I had never considered going inside until one day, almost without warning. Gip pulled me up to the window by my finger and acted in such. To be honest, I didn't even realize the location existed; it was a small frontage on Regent Street between a picture store and a location where women congregated.

He put his finger on the door, and he showed interest.
"That," he said, pointing at the magic bottle.
"What if you had it?" I said. This auspicious question suddenly made him look radiant.
"I was able to show Jesse," he said.
"It's been less than 100 days before your birthday, Gibbles," I put my hand on the doorknob
and said. The
Gap didn't answer, but his grip on my fingers was so tight that we entered the
store.
This was not an ordinary store. It  was a magic store and lacked all the bouncing advantages that Gip would have had with a toy. He left the burden of conversation to me.
It was a small small shop, and the lighting was not very good. The doorbell rang again. For a while, we
were looking around alone. There was a papier-mache tiger in the glass case covering the low counter. A serious and good-eyed tiger, he shook his head in an orderly manner. 

There were several crystal balls, a porcelain hand
with a magic card, a supply of bowls of magic fish of various sizes, and a discreet
 The magic hat timelessly flaunted its wings. There was a
magic mirror on the floor. One is long and thin; the other is inflated to make the legs, and the other is short and fat, like a train. I think the salesman came in while I was laughing.
Anyway, he stood behind the counter-a curious, gloomy, dark man.

"That," he said, pointing at the magic bottle.  "What if you had it?" I said.  "What can you enjoy?" He said with a long magic finger.  "I want to buy some simple tricks for my little boy," I said.

"Is something interesting?" I said.  "Hmm!" The merchant scratched his head for a moment as he expected.  He offered it and said. 
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