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A butterfly passed by my cavern, a hundred times.
Each time she threw me a vulgar laugh.
Her face was thickly powdered in yellow. Does she think herself charming? I should say that I would prefer a girl in tights from a saloon-stage to her indecency.
Such a flirt!
I suppose that she wanted me to marry her.
No!
Am I not old enough to avoid running into such foolishness?
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Rainy day!