"Hold on to those secrets we whisper. Like scrolls with pretty ribbons wound around them. Not for all to know but for some to guard. Are you worthy to be the guardian of secrets? My secrets? Yours perhaps? Secrets can be deadly but can we call ourselves human if we don't have secrets? Or if we betray our friends by untying the ribbons around them? I tell my secrets to Butterflies because they take them straight to Heaven and will never dream of telling a single soul."
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