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It seemed that Lost Boy had finally been given the upgrade he desired.
But he did not have the Pixie Dust.
The Pixie Dust that would send him soaring up beyond the vast ocean.
Above the forest.
Above the lost ones that lay below him.
Without the Pixie Dust it was impossible.
Everyone knows that you need Pixie dust
To fly.
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Suicide Helpline
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