There was no question in my mind, I loved my wife. She was sweet and loving, but after twenty years of marriage even I had to admit she wasn't exactly a bombshell. She was short, middle-aged, and kind of dumpy. Probably a good match for me with my dad bod and thinning hair if I'm being honest. Still, sometimes, every now and then, I'd have fantasies about the kind of girl I might have had if everything had been different. But that's all they were fantasies until I found the book. It was tucked in the back of a closet, dusty and leather bound like a good spell book should be. Although, god only knows how it got there. Of course, I didn't know it was a spellbook until after I'd cast my first spell and then... well I had other things on my mind. All I knew at first was that I was leafing through the cracked and yellowed pages of the book trying to make sense of the strange spidery script. I'd managed to focus on the chapter heading on one page. I thought it...
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