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healyg“So, is it true?” asked the young knytt. “Are the stories about you really true?”
Juni smiled, her face lightly wrinkled. “And just what stories are you referring to, little one?”
The child frowned. “Well, well, you know, about your adventures! Like the one where you turned off the machine, or the one when you went to the moon, or-or ate the mushroom, or--”
Juni laughed. “My, you’ve heard a lot about me! Tell me, then: do you love those stories you talk about?”
The young knytt nodded.
“Then they really must be so. You see, all stories are true, in the hearts of those who love them.”
With that, Juni took the child by the hand, and they both walked home together.
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Juni smiled, her face lightly wrinkled. “And just what stories are you referring to, little one?”
The child frowned. “Well, well, you know, about your adventures! Like the one where you turned off the machine, or the one when you went to the moon, or-or ate the mushroom, or--”
Juni laughed. “My, you’ve heard a lot about me! Tell me, then: do you love those stories you talk about?”
The young knytt nodded.
“Then they really must be so. You see, all stories are true, in the hearts of those who love them.”
With that, Juni took the child by the hand, and they both walked home together.
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