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The End. Ish.
i have read harry potter since as long as i can remember
the books were paperbacks, threads of the spine peeling off, tape holding the pages in place
i loved the pictures
the day that the last book came out i was sick. too sick to stay up til midnight, my mommy said. lyme disease.
but i stayed up until midnight anyway, sitting up in my bed, yawning, fighting fatigue. i could see the mooon outside my window.
or maybe not. was it cloudy?
the next morning my mommy and i went to borders. i bought the book, and felt a swooping sensation of completion.
and maybe fear. was it really over?
i read the book in hours. we left for a vacation in green lake, and i read it in the car, huddled with a knit blanket and a flashlight...it was late at night.
i cried at the end. no spoilers. but i still cried, man.
it was like something was over. something big and important and awesome.
and then i realized
there were still the movies.
so when i walked out of the theater a few days ago, clutching my 3d glasses in one hand and my friend's hand in the other, i have to admit: my eyes were a little teary.
why did it end?
sigh.
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