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Last summer, I was working at a different factory.
The factory was located in an industrial town, and the laboratory was the closest place to the main entrance.
Many times, I saw various insects making their way into the lab.
One day, I noticed a small butterfly fluttering gently inside. After much effort, I managed to catch it in a plastic container, hoping to release it safely outside.
But later that noon, when I stepped out for lunch, I found the delicate creature crushed beside a wall—a bitter sight that lingered in my mind.
Since then, I’ve tried not to interfere in such matters, sparing myself the weight of guilt that follows well-meaning but futile actions. 14 replies
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