On sunny days like today, lying together on a red plaid blanket in a meadow pocketed with daisies and clover, they found it very easy to believe in fairies. But of course, that was a little girls’ dream—something pink and sweet and smelling of strawberry blood.
Read MoreThe house was a blight on the suit’s lovely cornfield horizon. He raised a cigar to his lips, drinking in the expensive smoke—bad for one’s health, of course, but that didn’t matter much since his power didn’t come from his heart.
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