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Magic 1:
Input: tea - - - - > Output: creosote.
The smell of creosote is nostalgic to me, conjuring up memories of my dad coating the fences. I grew up in what could be called a remote hamlet. Though I am uneasy applying the word remote to a place that was the centre of my universe for so long. Did it have a bus service? Not after the woman who used it died. Was it near town? Welll, twenty minutes drive; without traffic. Train station? Pah, by the time you got there, time to go home again. I'd say remote-ish. The house in the hamlet had corrugated iron to be painted and fenced in garden to be creosoted; in case you'd forgotten why I mentioned it.
Magic 2:
Input: coffee - - - - > Output: liquid frankfurter.
A bit like liquid nitrogen in that it starts with the word "liquid". In no other ways is it like liquid nitrogen.
Frankfurters are also nostalgic to me. I wasn't always vegetarian. In fact when I was very young I really liked frankfurters. Especially chilled frankfurters. The appealing thing about frankfurters was you could pretend they were cold, dead worms.
My magic nostalgia flask is available for rent for a upfront fee of 200 magic dollars. Applicants without magic dollars need not apply; no time wasters thank you.
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