i believe that if pixie dust were sprinkled upon me, i would defy gravity more than an astronaut ever could.
peter pan and his lost boys have nothing on this soaring kiddobot.
a human creature man makes me happy.
and my wings grow, and i rocket everywhere because of him.
toothy grin, eyes widened, and paint dripping from my fingers.
my hat is crooked, but i like it that way, while my black cat grins at me so lovingly.
she knows i am happy.
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