

Cotton Candy?Rahzel and Alzeid sat on a checkered blanket, quietly munching on their lunch. It was a rather nice day, not to hot, not to cold. Several butterflies flitted past, carried on a gentle gust of wind.Cotton Candy?
Hey, Rahzel? Alzeid asked between bites, glaring irately at a butterfly that flitted a bit too close.
Yes, Alzeid? asked Rahzel, tilting her head back a little, eyes closed, to catch the soft breeze that was carrying the butterflies.
Why exactly are we eating our lunch here? As he asked this question, Alzeid shifted forward a little to peer off the fac
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It is spring. The birds do it, the bees do it, the butterflies do it.
I also wanna do it but i cant fly
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