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They walk in circles, each color has its own group. There is
mostly purple, but if you look carefully enough, you can see
the yellow and the red ones.
I, personally, prefer the yellow ones. There are only three
or four of them, and it's really hard to notice them if you
don't know where exactly they exist.
Their eyes are black. The legend says they used to have
emotions ages ago, but a little girl came by their village
and destroyed everything with her foolishness. So now they
have no emotions. It's actually a pity, because they seem
like very pleasant creatures.

I don't like fairies. All that fuss about them is absurd.
What is so special about little pink idiots who insist on
beeping all day long and spreading their dust?
That dust, by the way, is a perfect recipe for allergies.
All those foolish stories about them.
Please! When was the last time you've seen a fairy that
walks around with human trash like that Peter kid, who
honestly was a complete pig. He treated all his friends with
disrespect, called his friends naughty names, and even that
fairy (who didn't really exist in that story) - he used her
and thought of her, his true friend, as something that is
always going to stay next to him, pleasing him with her pink
little dress.

She jumps around with that white blanket that's constantly
wrapped around her slim body. She didn't mean to cause so
much trouble. She disappointed everybody. Her parents.
She has decided recently to commit suicide, if only for
their sake. She stuck a sharp knife (Ok, a kitchen knife)
inside her throat, and it was very edgy and it cut well.
Blood was everywhere, and they, rightfully, sent her to a
rehabilitation center. A regular one. Not a juvenile one.
That small fact, out of the whole story, upset her the
most.
So she started making fusses there. She wanted the guards to
understand that she's only a little girl who didn't mean to
do anything.
Her parents stopped their visits. They couldn't accept her
going off track like that. They have raised, for 16 years, a
smart and normal girl. And now this.
She was right to try and kill herself, they couldn't believe
it, but it was the truth. Doctors still don't understand how
she magically survived, but they're convinced that God must
love her a lot.

When she sleeps, she tries to kill all the fairies that
interrupt her peaceful way of life. They usually land on her
wrists, and sometimes, sometimes, on her face.
When the yellow ones come at night, she begs them to stop
the fairies, but they don't listen to her. They're too busy
with their own little circle games. They don't pay her any
attention. Nobody does.

Figures teach us a lot about our human nature.
Figures can be everywhere, but only those who can sense them
- truly enjoy their surroundings.

Their lives become complete.
They die.







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