Words Cannot Describe
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I sat forwards in my leather chair, thinking. Twenty thousand species of butterflies roam the world. How come only one Adeline Persalky sat alone, in this leather chair, in the Mississippi State Foster Department? How come, no one else knew what I was thinking?
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