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Micah glared at the boy. This was why he hated these miracles. They always had a price, but this time someone screwed up. The kid should’ve forgotten everything by now.
“Y-you did trick me. I never asked to be well forever.” Bobby’s small chin jutted out stubbornly. “All I wanted was not to be sick for one Christmas breakfast so no one would worry about me.”
“And I gave you that. You’ll have many Christmas breakfasts like that.”
“I don’t want them like this.” Tears forged a trail down the child’s cheeks. “I wanted a Christmas breakfast like we had before.”
“I cannot undo what was done. I explained that.”
“But...but this wasn’t what I wanted.” He wiped his nose with his shirtsleeve.
“I’m sorry. There is nothing I can do.” He hated his job. He hated the unending sorrow. Eve
