She was not a big fan of insects or any creepy-crawlies, for that matter. But she lived and let. She always thought it was bad luck to squash an insect. And, forget about spiders. No good could come from killing one.
She did need some good luck coming her way these days. Almost everything happening in her life was twisting and turning. Simplicity. Luck. Good will. She could use all those. Yet, the buckets seemed low out there with people unwilling to replenish them. What was she to do? After all, a fairy godmother who doesn’t believe in luck was bound to fail.
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