*she stood looking out the bedroom window, holding a single flower thinking of her mate. Twirling the flower she plucks a petal. -He loves me, he loves me not- *she plucks another* -He loves me, he loves me not- *another* -He loves me, he loves me not- *she continued plucking each petal till the last one. Smiling, her heart fills with his love flowing through her* HE loves me
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