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Anonymous
I used to see Archaeopropona demophoon all the time when I was a kid.
Then my black lab would bite them and spit them out.
It's a crushing childhood memory, picking up the wet, dying, beautiful blue and black butterfly and petting it, telling it that it's "gonna be ok" and then watching as it stopped moving. I placed it on the porch thinking it just needed to dry off and then went inside.
I wasn't even sad, and I'm still not, but damn.
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