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YAGA: Three is a good number. Three wishes, three witches, three words. Three parts of a story. Three bears, three fates, three Stooges.
You can make decisions with three—you can get things DONE.
So, every so often, there must be a baby. Now, we all have a say, but the youngest decides, it’s her body—we only ask that she not take too fucking long.
First you have to find the man. That sounds easy, but it’s not, because there are so many men, and so many of them are stupid. Stupid men make stupid babies. And nobody wants a stupid baby. So it is important that he is clever.
The other important thing is that he’s handsome—being handsome doesn’t make a better baby, but it doesn’t hurt. Besides, we have to fuck him and that’s more fun if he’s good-looking, that’s just the truth.
Now, how it works: the man is drawn to us. Pheromones, smell, how our hips sway: magic. He devours us with his eyes, breathes us in, and imagines fucking us with his very soul. As for the fucking, I don’t have to tell you about it. It’s very good. We are fantastic in bed. Sometimes we throw in tricks, we have a nice time. Once is enough, for the baby. But sometimes we do it more. If we want. Me, I always want. So sue me, it’s fun.
And of course, there are magic words. And let me tell you, magic is fucking hard. But a baby is magic, so it’s worth it: Without her, there can be no beginning, no middle, no end. So there must be three because three is forever.
And timing . . . is everything: You can’t fight time. It always runs out. Tick tock.
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