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Prick Faerie before/after You think sometimes, "You know, I'd like a little pixie sometime," You know, a little woodland faerie, to flit around, lit up the room a little bit. Giggle. Useless magic. But what you never think about is all her pixie woodland friends, coming over, staying up late, camping out on your chest, keeping you up late at night, and you trying to be polite, but it is four thirty in the am, asking them to 'please keep it down, you're camped on my solar plexus', and them getting belligerent. Nothing like getting bitched out by hostile wooldland folk, who give you the finger as they sulk off to the closet for the afternoon, because "the sprite's got some kind of an asshole for a boyfriend." Then your pixie hates you, and well, what can you do? You try to be nice, but the goddam dwarf living under the sink in the bathroom hisses at you every time you walk by. There's just nothing you can do, no way to win, no way to get things back to the day when it was just you and your pixie, asking for some faerie dust, "just to go flying for the afternoon." No one prepares you for the reality of it all: you just might end up having to deal with some prick faerie who only roots out on your chest all night long eating bad junk food, leaving crumbs all over you and watches a lot of bad tv.
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