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July 23, 2004



When I was about 5, my parents were relaxing after dinner and I was being hyper. My dad said, "Why don't you go out back and play with the pixies?. I rushed to the back door, turned around and said, "They are just make believe pixies aren't they Daddy?" He told me they were just make believe and I went out happily to play. I guess I didn't want to play with any REAL pixies.

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