fly, fly, fly, the butterfly

that awkward moment during your morning walk in the city when you bumped into a flying butterfly (or a butterfly flew at you; or maybe you and the butterfly collided halfway) and it became disoriented by your umbrella (or because of you; or maybe you became disoriented by it). and you looked back, worried you hurt the butterfly, but it was nowhere to be found.

i must be hung over.

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