I could feel the color of death flowers in all directions, as usual. I put my hand on the small of my back and gave her a small, soothing voice that had never been there before. In fact, she was in love with him. She had n't been able to walk away from the garden for a long time, and I wondered what was going on in the garden. It was only a matter of time. In fact, it seemed to be the most beautiful fairy tale they had created for each other. Just because of the flowers, she needed to soften and grow up heartbroken.
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