she liked butterflies, i remember for her birthday i strung paper lanterns accross the ceiling, they were orange and had butterflies painted everywhere.
she was sixteen.
later she would look back on it and say, 'you remember my horrible sixteenth birthday party', and i would nod and wonder how much is enough.
she really was a pretty girl, behind her back they called her the 'tweedlebug', but she was pretty in that sexual way that attracts dirty men.
she really did like dirty men.
years from now i may look back and laugh.
years from now.
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