Andy Warhol Basket of Flowers

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stalls hit the row behind them and scraped relentlessly onwards, piling up until a wide avenue of clean, empty stones stretched the whole width of the square.
Ardrothy Yes, that was it ...
Ardrothy had a touch of magic in his genetic makeup, and as he watched the wizards sweep across the square it told him that the very best thing he could do for his health would be to pack his knives, and mincers in his little pack and have it away out of the city at any time in the next ten minutes.
The last wizard in the group lagged behind his col­leagues and looked around the square with disdain.Longstaff, Purveyor of Pies Full of Personal­ity, peered over the top of the wreckage of his stall in time to see the wizards emerge.He knew wizards, or up until now he'd always thought he did. They were vague old boys, harmless enough in their way, dressed like ancient sofas, always ready customers for any of his merchandise that hap­pened to be marked down on account of age and rather more personality than a prudent housewife would be prepared to put up with.But these wizards were something new to Ardrothy. They walked out into Sator Square as if they owned it. Little blue sparks flashed around their feet. They seemed a little taller, somehow.Or perhaps it was just the way they carried them­selves.