Chasing Butterflies

Chasing Butterflies

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May Bella Thorndale was always a quiet little girl. Ask anyone and they would tell you that May must have faerie in her blood, as she did not seem quite normal enough to be entirely human. Atticus Henry Reynolds was just the opposite. It is remarkable how unremarkable he was. There is no way to describe him other than average. It is strange then, to think, that if everyone believes that these things are so, that the truth is entirely the opposite. But after all, who would value the truth when the world belongs to the man who shouts his judgement the loudest.
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