The black KUPU came to my son again. He stopped dancing his fingers on the paper, then returned the skeptical look of the butterfly. As his gaze sharpened, the poor butterfly
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The black KUPU came to my son again. He stopped dancing his fingers on the paper, then returned the skeptical look of the butterfly. As his gaze sharpened, the poor butterfly
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