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Gazing out the window into the night, searching desperately for something more, something special, something magic...
but all I find is fragility and darkness,
just beyond the glass.

Second on the right, then straight on till morning...

"I wasn't crying about mothers. I was crying because I can't get this shadow to stick. And I wasn't crying."

Captain Hook: If I were you, I'd give up.
Peter: If you were me, I'd be ugly.

Because all children grow up... except one.