"...fairy."
"A fairy..." Jennifer said with disbelief. "...right? What kind of child wrote this?"
She read on. "By now, you must be thinking, 'What kind of child wrote this?'."
Jennifer was dumbstruck. "Just a coincidence... gotta be..."
She continues again. "Maybe you thought so earlier when you saw the glitter all over this note? Or rather, the highly concentrated fairy dust I acquired form a special store; you know, the kind that wasn't there yesterday, and isn't there anymore when you try to go back? Well, I bet it's all over your hands by now, good luck getting it off."
Jennifer looked at her hands, confirming them to be covered in glitter. "Ugh, I've had enough of this!" she growled as she crumbled up the paper, getting even more of the glitter on her hands, and on her clothing as the substance flew off the paper before she threw it in the trash. She scoffed at the glittery state of her hands and tried to wipe the stuff off on her clothes. She grumbled at how stubborn it was; not even soap and water seemed to help.
Eventually she gave up, and went about her business. "Tomorrow, I'm going to find out who sent this note and make damn sure they regret it! They like fairies so much? Then, I'll show them how foul fair can be in my book!"