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My Dear Elinor, You Were Obviously Born Into The Wrong Story,” Said Dustfinger At Last.

A Book Always Keeps Something Of Its Owner Between Its Pages.

My Son Always Says I Like Very Weird Music.

The Fairy's Dress Rustled As She Turned. Human Women Dressed Like Flowers, Layers Of Petals Around A Mortal, Rotting Core.

Since When Does The Butterfly Ask About The Caterpillar?