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07-15-02
*the fan kicks on and blows up her faerie skirt*
*reaches one little arm back and sprinkles pixie dust over the fan blades so they stop spinning, and smoothes her skirt back down*
Hmmmph... *resting her chin on one palm, elbow propped on the floppy disk casing... she eyes you warily... *
All I asked for is something in return for the gift of Pixie dust!
*bright green eyes twinkle mischeviously as she pops back inside the computer again*
*tiny thumps can be heard... and she pops her head back out dishelveled hair and all*
*again a hand appears... holding a yellow wire*
Did you need this for anything?
*flutters her eyelashes mischeiviously* Pixies are Pixies... mischeif is what we do. |