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 As you might have guessed i have not pressed many fairies in the past years. It would seem that as one grows older they are no longer able to see the fairies. Though i do not believe they are lost to me forever, as every once in a while i see floating outside my window a little fay. Perhaps she is looking to get pressed, or only seeking the fabled velvet kitten and her book of pressed fairies. But what ever they are seeking they are usually gone by the time i have retrieved my book from its hiding place. They will never know if i was about to press them or give them a peek at the book itself. And i shall not tell them here. ~evil kitten grin~ |
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