Barry B. Benson gazed at the sunset. He could feel the wind against his wings. He could feel the sea spray against his bee-face. He could hear the horn of the Titanic. Yet he felt incomplete. Without Aaron Burr, his world was dull and flat. Even the sunset seems less colorful and vibrant. Alas, Burr was trapped in an arranged marriage with Theodosia, a rich daughter of a gold-miner. There was no room in his heart for a small bee like Barry. "I changed my mind" , Barry heard the angelic voice of Aaron Burr behind him. "I-",Burr started to say. Barry held up his tiny bee finger to his lips, and shushed him. "Come here" Barry said, gesturing to the railing of the boat. Burr took his small bee-hand, and stepped onto the railing. As he climbed higher, he could see more of the seemingly infinite ocean. The air smelled crisp and salty, and with Barry on his shoulder everything felt right. "I'm flying, Barry, I'm flying!" Burr said, excitement in his eyes. He felt Barry fly down, carrying his hand. It was true; It really did feel like they were soaring into the sunset. Barry flew over to Burr's ear. "Come Josephine, flying machine, up we go; up we go..." Barry Benson whispered.
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