Dear you,
When I was a little kid, I used to cry to my Mom because I wanted to climb to the top of a mountain, believing that girls who reach the mountain top turn into butterflies, an influence of a cartoon I used to watch.
Now I get butterflies and they are not nice.
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
When I was a little kid, I used to cry to my Mom because I wanted to climb to the top of a mountain, believing that girls who reach the mountain top turn into butterflies, an influence of a cartoon I used to watch.
Now I get butterflies and they are not nice.
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
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