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I wrinkled my nose as the stench of intoxicating flowers swam towards me, dragging their petals behind. "You like to be around this?" I waved my hands around maniacally.

She nodded as she trickled tiny seeds in a pot, letting them get the taste of the fowl planet they were forced to be born in. Her eyes skimmed my fingertips as I reached for a rose, only to be pricked by the thorns swirling down its stem.

"Plant your own garden, and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers," she whispered as she took away the rose from my palms. She curled my fingers around a tiny baby seed and gave a small smile.


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