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Butterflies have come to this world.
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Sixty-ninth floor. It's the tallest building in the city. If I were to leap down, I could flutter and fly like a butterfly. I insisted on wearing my long blue dress from summer on a very cold fall day. It brushed gently and properly against my long legs, making me cold even when I was cold. Through the inexplicable stares of many on the street, I crept up. As I had hoped, it was so windy here that the skirt rose high...