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It all started because some silly Parisian artists and writers drank until they saw me.

You should have seen their faces at what they’d found—an impossibly dainty thing, with gossamer wings, hovering over the lips of their glasses to sip the sweet anise-flavored spirit

They called me la fée vertethe green fairy.

On the downside, while I don’t mind the nickname, I have grown incredibly tired of being blamed for people’s actions over the years.

Really. Humans can be assholes all on their own, you know—there is no fairy needed in that equation, you giant, thundering dunderheads.