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Butterfly Effect
A short, short story that fluttered into my head just now.
Tiffany's kindness knew no bounds. I regarded this young woman sitting next to me on the ledge, the city lights sparkling in her eyes. I'm sure she'd saved me more than once or twice merely by standing on my stoop, a bottle of Bayley's, a Black Sorrows CD and a bagful of hugs.
She was the very embodiment of the Butterfly Effect, because she was always willing to give smiles to a stranger and you can never really know the consequences of that.
I needed her to know it before the night swallowed her up forever. I put my hand on her arm.
"Let me be your butterfly".
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Tiffany's kindness knew no bounds. I regarded this young woman sitting next to me on the ledge, the city lights sparkling in her eyes. I'm sure she'd saved me more than once or twice merely by standing on my stoop, a bottle of Bayley's, a Black Sorrows CD and a bagful of hugs.
She was the very embodiment of the Butterfly Effect, because she was always willing to give smiles to a stranger and you can never really know the consequences of that.
I needed her to know it before the night swallowed her up forever. I put my hand on her arm.
"Let me be your butterfly".
.
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