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    "I am not small, and I have never sparkled. I am a tinker - I mend things made of metal, all metal, except iron - and one of my names has been Bell, because I make them. I can fly, but I do not have wings. I need no children to believe or clap for me to remain, only shadows and thoughts and the dreams of humankind."

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    bell for memory by lalaietha
    Published: 2011-12-20
    Work/Series ID: 296700

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    "I am not small, and I have never sparkled. I am a tinker - I mend things made of metal, all metal, except iron - and one of my names has been Bell, because I make them. I can fly, but I do not have wings. I need no children to believe or clap for me to remain, only shadows and thoughts and the dreams of humankind."

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    ~(⊃。•́‿•̀。)⊃━☆゚.・。゚~

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    She, and her daughter, and her granddaughter: they nearly stole him from me, leaving me empty to scream out my loss to infinity. I will not do that.

    So I made sure I would not have to. I love him, you see. Not like girl to boy, or mother to son, or sister to brother, or any other thing that humans understand. I love him as a faerie loves a human, and that is its own thing, its own shape.

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