Reunited with your butterfly

Reunited with your butterfly

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"All I wanted was to reach the sky and fly freely like a butterfly" - Cassie Aquino Cassie is a 1st year Aeronautical Engineering student who loves the idea of flying and soaring the skies at the age of 18 years old but when faith turns the other way around, you meet someone you least expected to meet. Someone you least expect to come into your life, but life has a price to pay. Not everyone is meant to last forever, we all become butterflies somehow. DISCLAIMER: The story is not affiliated with any university.
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