Forgotten archaeologist attempting to translate fairy hieroglyphics; I knew this, I knew them once, long ago, but now the symbols are just that: symbols; and I no longer remember how to read. Sixteen is too old to be Wendy.
Sociopathic girl. Your problem is that all the feelings are gone; locked away in some old forgotten Never Never Land. Nothing left but a mean little golem in the metropolitan world; click click, goes the heels. Boys? Accessories, you mean. She tosses them away like the pink wrapper of bubble gum; chooses them like little dogs rich people buy to carry around in purses. Hard to believe she could ever fly, with all that make-up weighing her down.