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The butterfly's pure scales started to turn black as the air slowly entered its sacred ball. It had been safe in there, if not distanced. But now the outside air slowly poisons the once pure butterfly, and it can never reclaim its colors. Or can it? Will it one day be restored to its former beauty? Will the cracks heal? Only the magic of love will save this butterfly's life.
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