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I sit quietly, and watch unobtrusively. My work is in front of me and I stare at it, with you in my periphery still. It is a slow and strange jealousy that consumes me. I try to hide it; it’s not something I’m comfortable with. She talks to you innocently, probably asking you something important, or at least relevant. You both laugh. I go to talk to you, but I can only stare at my feet and say but a few words. I leave.

Strangest butterflies.