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“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Holly groaned into her com as Artemis Fowl the Second slumbered on in his magic induced sleep on the floor a few feet away. “Please, tell me this is one of your inappropriate jokes Foaly.” “Sorry,” the centaur’s voice said, really not sounding apologetic at all. If anything, he sounded amused. Yeah, he would. He wasn’t the one in the room with a stupid genius that had stupidly set off the curse on the artifact that they were ‘recovering’ from a Mudmen museum. He wasn’t the one who had had to panic for several minutes when the boy collapsed and looked

—i know they don’t want me to jump— I have forever harbored inside me a fascination with edges. My first memories are of standing on a cliff, wanting oh so badly for it to crumble under my feet.  I saw a line separating earth and sky, and an urge rose in my chest to blur it. This feeling of always being on the very tip of reality, wishing I could lose my balance and plummet, only intensified as I grew older.  I found such sweetness in thoughts of stepping over sidewalk cracks to plunge into a world with nowhere left to stand on. At the same time I was afraid normal boys didn’t think of falling as I did, didn’t wan