Hand of fate

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"Darn it....NO NO NO!"

I yelled, squeezing my fluffy pink pillow for the millionth time in that single day.

This new butterfly was really getting on my nerves.

"Just share the umbrella with him, damn you! It's not that hard!" I groaned, sinking into my favorite bean bag chair.

"Why are you being so difficult!? He's a cute, sensitive, caring dragon guy that's a good listener and probably likes long walks on the beach and saves puppies and orphans on his off-time what more could   you possibly want from me!?" I shout in annoyance, having just about had it with the current butterfly. 

"I thought they were supposed to be agents of fate......WHY IS SHE RESISTING SO HARD!?" I yelled yet again, nearly chucking my boba tea across the room, before calming myself with a breath.

"Just calm down, Fate, girl, you got this.....You're you! You've cracked alotta tough nuts! Almost every butterfly goes through this rebellious phase! It's part of their noggins! She can't beat you, you're gonna beat HER. And I know just how to do it...." 

I cracked my knuckles, placing my fingers once again on my crystal ball. 

It was time to show them what the hand of fate was capable of.


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