Thursday, September 17, 2015


The woman at the place where Katie asked me to go pick up her butterflies twists her mouth when she talks, like she's chewing her words a little, and finding them slightly sour, and even though I normally find something like that annoying, on her, it comes across as charming.

After numerous texts back and forth with the owner, she finally finds the butterflies that Katie needs. I'm on the phone with Katie when she brings them out, and we're both incredibly grateful.

"Tell her I love her," Katie says, "not because she gave me the right answer, but because she persevered."

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