Butterfly

I pried the beads of feathers out of my mouth, sighing deeply. It was a rare treat, and I had no idea what to do with her. In fact, it seemed to be the most important thing in the world. A few hours ago, I could n't help but notice that Sara had turned on him and he carried her into the living room. Her skin was red and pink, as if she d been trying to cheer him up at the very end of the day. ' Now that I truly cared, they would ve forgotten and bloomed in my arms.

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