"I hate butterflies." Frank said, much to Gerard's shock, "I hate them for being pretty. I hate them for being easy to catch. And having pins stuck through their bodies and being turned into specimens is what I hate most." Frank said simply, almost loving how intelligent he sounded way more than he should have, but he...
It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning...
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