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in her little hand she cupped the furry moth and curled her fingers slowly over it to keep it from flying away and she brought it close to her face and talked to it dearly as if she were talking to her own child a child that she had once wished for but never could have and after she spoke to it she picked it u p gently by its wings closed her loving eyes and ate it...

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