In the street in the Dinsdorf District, Eddie chased a butterfly, the first one he had seen since leaving home. “Steal some cream for me, schmetterling! I’m hungry.” He grabbed at the butterfly, his hand trapping it.
He laughed and opened his hand. The fragile butterfly was smashed.
Eddie stared at the beautiful broken wings of the schmetterling dead by his hands, and he cried.
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