Graffiti I: Butterflies Tabitha Walker had never been so nervous. It was a clear, frosty Monday morning in the month of November, and the bus scheduled to pick her up from her solitary position was already five minutes late. The fifteen year-old shivered against the hard brick of the bus shelter wall, the hood of her jacket her only barrier against the biting breeze that blew in from the open front. Each moment that passed felt like an age, arriving and leaving impossibly slowly; yet this both quelled and irritated her growing fear. On one hand, she definitely did not - in any way whatsoever -
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