She was some kind of space pixie. She hadn't come from the common womb either. Just looking in her eyes, some truth just lying there, it was obvious she had the key.
I didn't want her to go, but I was glad for those few hours. So much time wasted, this so well used. We were gonna know each other a good while. Always time, my dear,
Sometimes it comes on really easy. The topics, the life analysis, the ease of comfort. She was effortless to be with. Oh, space pixies, you hide so well. Where are the others, lost in corners, never to be discovered? Sleep tight, little pixies, sleep tight for now.
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