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I am the wax figurine on Sara's shelf. She smokes too much and masturbates too much. I wish I could get off the shelf and say that I would love to take her place, because all she does is smoke, masturbate, do cocaine, and recieve food stamps, and I would tell her that if she is going to live her life that way, then dammit, she should be a wax shelf figurine.

I would then go outside, and ask the first kid I saw what they were playing at. I would take interest and pleasure in her response, and I would become her best friend. I would sit and watch sunsets with her, and since Christy's parents don't care shit for her I would take her to a bakery and buy her her first eclaire. I would take her out during the Plieades meteor shower and show her Northern Lights. We could go searching for fire-flies in the secret medow grasses and one night while we're sitting at the wharf I would tell her how it was being a wax shelf figurine.

She would cry, and beg me never to leave her. Of course I wouldn't, but Christy is really an angel in disguise, and she opens the zipper down her back to show me her Swan's Down wings. She said that she could've chosen from swan wings or parrot wings, and she chose the swan's wings because they toasted her from the inside out. I smiled and I stroked those beautiful wings, but as I do this, Christy flies off into the air.

I melt into wax, and there I stay- another wax shelf figurine with a Swan's Down feather molded inside of me, hidden far away where no one can see it.