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Her fears and hopes and dreams and worries leaked from her head and infected those around her. They dropped into your chest and grew there. Wrapping tendrils around your heart, and roots in your soul.
The ones that got the Hopes dropped minor wishes where they walked. The ones that got the Fears scattered petty curses to the wind.
It is sad that the wishes were beautiful and lovely and strong, but were often choked by the weedy curses, gnarled and stunted.

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