The Stream of the Butterfly
Had the lights down low, glass of (non-masticated) wine nearby, my 11-and-a-half’s up on the ottoman. Electric candles, lit. Laptop, open. “Is everybody in?” I thought, shaking my head at the moldy, distinctly ’60s-ish melodrama. “The ceremony is about to begin.” Drama-filled texts from Mom, Bro, and Sis? *sets phone
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