09-06-2016, 05:03 AM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
They were an odd quartet, and because of this oddness they attracted the attention of Reagan, who by rights, was too busy beleaguering the loss of her own powers to worry about the defects of another… and yet, as she watched a little one gorging herself on the vegetation, she could not help but feel a little bad that she was moaning over the loss of her magic—and yet there was so much more to be worried about in this little world.
Even if the fairies were bitches.
So, Reagan approached, unsure of how, or even if, any conversation would take place, but she found that she had to at least get a closer look at them. Saying a prayer to God and Mary asking for strength, she counted the potatoes and wondered just how many maladies they had between them. This odd little band, together forever, looking as if they had been rejected even from the circus they had tried to join in the first place.
Even if the fairies were bitches.
So, Reagan approached, unsure of how, or even if, any conversation would take place, but she found that she had to at least get a closer look at them. Saying a prayer to God and Mary asking for strength, she counted the potatoes and wondered just how many maladies they had between them. This odd little band, together forever, looking as if they had been rejected even from the circus they had tried to join in the first place.