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  • The Memoir of a Red Envelope

    I knew I was destined for something important, that's what we were made for. We were not the average, no we stood out and reached out to those who received ...

    • Short Story
    • Romantic
    3 min read


When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.
— Dean Jackson