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Annael was sleeping quietly in the tree when a swarm of her butterflies drifted over to her, each one of them grasping a part of her clothing, wings and hair in their tiny feet and lifted her off the branch and started to fly off into the air.

 

"What...what...what's happening here???" a flutter of wings were the reply as they continued flying.

 

"Where??? Where are you taking me? Why are we going there? What, what do you mean I'll see? I don't want to see! I want to sleep in my tree!"

 

The butterflies ignored their mistress and flew farther and farther away.

 

That's right, I'm off for a little roadtrip. I'm going to Boston next week for a few days then I'm off to maine. If anyone is in that area, maybe we can arrange a meeting for a drink or something like that. I'll have all the exciting details when I get back. You know me, if there is trouble to be found, I will find it.

 

Chao!!!!

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