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Carefree, a butterfly fluttered through the beams of sunshine peeking through the thick fog.
Careless, a blue Pontiac sped down the highway, the driver thoughtlessly turning on his windshield wipers to
Clean himself of the remnants of the insect's impact,
Casting her aside.
"Why was I created for a man so selfish, who causes me so much anguish?" Maria asked the red pyramid, who wordlessly wielded a spear.
"Why must I exist for his consumption," she continued as it did not respond. "Why must I die for his salvation?"
"Why must I die again and again, why was I born to suffer?"
To which the red pyramid impaled her, and spoke,
"We are all born to die."
Consumed by guilt intertwined with grief, James brought the butterfly with him to the bottom of the lake,
Driving hand in hand with what remained of his wife.