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Kisma cleared his throat. "fairy's our known to have wings...I don't " he said as a fact. "Does that make me a fairy? Or not?" he wondered. It had always been a question of his...He wasn't sure if he truly was a fairy, sure he had the magic of one, but it was weak and most other fairy's could fight...He couldn't. Maybe he was just a mess up.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me so throw me down, tie me up...show me that you like me
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