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I waited as long as I could for Trent to reappear, but the rumbling in my stomach made the decision easier for me. I had to go and find another job so I could eat again. The chicken hadn't filled me for as long as it should have done. Perhaps it was due to the excitement of having made a fairy friend. Everyone who was anyone in the city had fairy contacts.
I packed and repacked my bag, making sure there was enough space at the top for Flitter to make a nest. I didn't even know if butterflies would do that. All I was sure of was that I had to do something to make the creature welcome or he was going to draw attention to me.
"I know it's not great, but it's the best I can do," I said to the butterfly, feeling a little foolish for trying it. Surely he wouldn't understand me?
No. I could
