One Hundred Years of Solitude

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terrible, she would say, All
my life they told me that
butterflies at night bring bad
luck. One night while Meme
was in the bathroom,
Fernanda went into her
bedroom by chance and there
were so many butterflies that
she could scarcely breathe.
She grabbed for the nearest
piece of cloth to shoo them
away and her heart froze with
terror as she connected her
daughters evening baths with

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