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Calrissian was not having it.
The clay stayed a blob, no matter how many times the boy had rolled it around in his hands. He didn't want to shape it into anything in particular. Cal's thumb pressed two eyeballs into the blob, lowering down to look at it at eye level. Lazily, he mumbled the spell.
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