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“Think that’s why all the princesses and fairies carry wands?” “What the hell are you talking about?” “You know . . . so they could have a magic stick of their own. I bet old Walt was feeling sorry for us when he designed the wand.” She holds an imaginary scepter in her fingers and swirls it around the air above us. “You know . . .” I yawn, feeling sleep threaten to take me. “You may be on to somethin’, bestie.” “Course I am,” Gina says through a yawn of her own. “Why do you think they call dildos wands?”
― Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers