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"
Do
you
like
it
?
"
Yes
,
I
said
.
"
Then
I
don
’
t
any
more
.
"
Two
or
three
more
times
she
went
up
and
down
.
"
Talk
to
me
.
"
What
about
?
"
Butterflies
.
"
What
about
butterflies
?
"
Why
you
collect
them
.
Where
you
find
them
.
Go
on
.
Just
talk
.
"
Well
,
it
seemed
odd
,
but
I
talked
,
every
time
I
stopped
she
said
,
go
on
,
talk
.
I
must
have
talked
half
an
hour
there
,
until
she
stopped
and
said
,
that
’
s
enough
.
She
went
back
inside
and
I
took
off
the
cord
and
she
went
straight
and
sat
on
her
bed
with
her
back
to
me
.
I
asked
her
if
she
wanted
any
tea
,
she
didn
’
t
answer
,
all
of
a
sudden
I
realized
she
was
crying
.
It
really
did
things
to
me
when
she
cried
,
I
couldn
’
t
bear
to
see
her
so
unhappy
.
I
went
up
close
and
said
,
tell
me
what
you
want
,
I
’
ll
buy
you
anything
.
But
she
turned
round
on
me
,
she
was
crying
all
right
,
but
her
eyes
were
blazing
,
she
stood
up
and
walked
towards
me
saying
get
out
,
get
out
,
get
out
.
It
was
terrible
.
She
looked
really
mad
.
