D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
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Her name was Narcissus. Yeah, yeah she already knew what the name implied. She knew how closely related her name was to the word narcissist; she’d been hearing it her whole life. Narcissus never met the grandmother she was named after, but she imagined if she were still alive, she would’ve discouraged her son and […]
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Once there was a man named Rebel James. He was a big, burly black man who wore big, black boots, tight, black pants, and a long, black shirt. He had three black teeth, black eyes, and a bald, black head. Rebel James lived in a small raggedy house with brown, patchy grass and he drove […]
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly 