Butterflies Are Not Free

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Her eye contact was solid. She gave no sign she heard, no sign she was listening, no sign she was considering, and no sign if she were about to bolt. She didn’t move. Her eye contact was solid.

“She'd like to be here with Obby’s spirit which is in this place, not the cemetery. It would make her happy. Whatever you think, she wouldn't want you carrying her forever."

After another pause, he dropped his gaze and waited some more.

I’m gonna carry her some more."

Now her eyes dropped. She shuffled her feet. She pulled tighter the straps of her knapsack and slow walked, then rapid trotted, back into the labyrinths.



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Her eye contact was solid. She gave no sign she heard, no sign she was listening, no sign she was considering, and no sign if she were about to bolt. She didn’t move. Her eye contact was solid.

“She'd like to be here with Obby’s spirit which is in this place, not the cemetery. It would make her happy. Whatever you think, she wouldn't want you carrying her forever."

After another pause, he dropped his gaze and waited some more.

“I’m gonna carry her some more."

Now her eyes dropped. She shuffled her feet. She pulled tighter the straps of her knap- sack and slow walked, then rapid trotted, back into the labyrinths.