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Good Goddess, was she serious? I just told her a man died, and she was wondering what happened to his cat?
I was half tempted to make a Harry Potter joke and ask in my best British accent, I’m a WATT!?
The vendor booths in the park were even more elaborate than the shops on Main Street. One looked like a gingerbread house, and a lady dressed as an ugly old witch invited kids inside for candy.
Talia frowned. “I’m Tinkerbell. Gus is my bag of fairy dust.”
“Your eyes are like the stars, twinkling so bright. Your smile is like the sunrise, bringing light to night. Your laugh is like the soundtrack to Alora’s great divine. But if one thing lights the world at all, it’s your soul that really shines.”
“Crying doesn’t make you weak,” she said. “It’s an opportunity to grow.”
It was such a simple answer, but I felt it deep within my soul.
