
A story like this may sound strange for someone like me, but on the night of the sixth when I was sitting in the detention cell with my legs stretched in front of me, a big black butterfly landed on my leg. There was no opening through which the butterfly could have come into the cell. There wasn't even a crack. It startled me, and I pulled up my legs. Then it dissapeared (...) There were several prostitutes in the cell with me. Seeing the black butterfly, they said ''That's really eerie. It's like the spirit of some person''. And that night I had a strange dream...
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