“Will I ever see you again?” the child asked excitedly.
“Only if you believe you will,” the fairy said.
“Oh, I believe! Where, when?”
“If you truly believe, we will meet at twilight, in that time when the first dew drop forms on the first rose petal of summer. Or we will meet on a cold midnight, at that place where, for one moment, past and destiny merge.”
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“That's so sappy,” the writer thought.
“That's the way fairies talk,” the fairy snapped back.
"Gotta problem with that?" she continued peevishly. "Oh yeah, and happy birthday. Good luck with those wishes."
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