Sunday, February 28, 2016


The heavy-set blond guy and his friends walk by the booth where I'm selling Katie's work. "Disgusting," I hear him say.

"Did I hear you say disgusting?" I ask mildly.

They all get extremely uncomfortable as he says, "Well, it's just, I'm a Wiccan, so I really don't like the butterflies dying."

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