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She told me she was a Pixie with magical powers and would treat me like I’ve never been treated before. She promised me delights for the body, the mind, the spirit, enjoyments my mundane mortal life could not image. I tried to explain as kindly as I could that my friends would laugh at me if I went out with a women with pointy ears.
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