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“Those things are killing me, nostalgia be damned.”

“They still look good on you.”

“Yeah. I’d believed you twenty years ago. Hand me a cig.”

“It’s your ride.”

“Damn right. You realized… she’s never going to grow too old for things.”

“The fairy?”

“At times it felt she was like a real person. I mean… now that things have come to an end… what will become of her?”

“She’s still a part of us. We created her, after all.”

Tink drew on her cigarette and was quiet, lost in thought.

“You know, she was worth fifty million dollars. I’ll never be worth that much in my life. Doesn’t that make her more real than me?”

“So?”

“Dunno. Envy perhaps. Or just some post-climax depression.”

She sighed.

“Screw it, Dan. I feel good about what we did. Guess I just need to spend some time down at Sayulita and have some beefy surfers stare at my arse.”

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“Those things are killing me, nostalgia be damned.”

“They still look good on you.”

“Yeah. I’d believed you twenty years ago. Hand me a cig.”

“It’s your ride.”

“Damn right. You realized… she’s never going to grow too old for things.”

“The fairy?”

“At times it felt she was like a real person. I mean… now that things have come to an end… what will become of her?”

“She’s still a part of us. We created her, after all.”

Tink drew on her cigarette and was quiet, lost in thought.

“You know, she was worth fifty million dollars. I’ll never be worth that much in my life. Doesn’t that make her more real than me?”

“So?”

“Dunno. Envy perhaps. Or just some post-climax depression.”

She sighed.

“Screw it, Dan. I feel good about what we did. Guess I just need to spend some time down at Sayulita and have some beefy surfers stare at my arse.”

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