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92. Fairy Godmother
“I’m Rory,” said a little girl with honey colored skin, barely reaching three and a half feet.
Gray eyed the little girl. “You’re…Rory?”
“Yes!” The little girl hopped. “That’s what mommy call Rory.”
“Okay, then, Rory…” Gray squatted down to level with her line of vision. “Why were you dumbly looking for a fictional character?”
Rory tilted her head in bemusement. “Huh?”
Gray sighed. “Fairy godmother, why were you looking for her?”
“Oh!” Rory broke into a smile. “Daddy say Rory…”she paused and fumbled with her fingers as if searching for the words to say from behind her head. “Good kid,” she continued. “Fairy godmother come.”
Gray
Leema"Isn't Rory the cutest?!" says the me who doesn't even like kids in real life *averts guilty eyes*
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