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[On the SAFE edge of the forest... is there even a such a place? There is one gloomy teenager kneeling on the ground, surrounded by petals and massacred flowers everywhere.]
He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me... He loves me not.
Oh dammit. This is getting ridiculous!
[And she picks up another daisy to pluck and add to the carnage. Come bug?]
((OOC: BACK!!))
He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me... He loves me not.
Oh dammit. This is getting ridiculous!
[And she picks up another daisy to pluck and add to the carnage. Come bug?]
((OOC: BACK!!))