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It wasn't difficult to grow flowers in her apartment, something which Lorelei greatly enjoyed; since she occupied a corner of the building she had more windows than most, giving her an excuse to almost never turn on an artificial light before sunset. It also enabled her to keep her favorite flowers--anemone coronaria--which she was currently planting in a window-box, outside near the sidewalk. Anyplace where she could spill dirt and it meant she didn't have to clean was a really good spot to her, and so she was sitting on the edge of a raised planter outside her building with a box, about a dozen red and white poppy-like flowers, and gardening supplies. Luckily anything grown in a window box didn't require much in the way of maintenance, and she hummed to herself under her breath, generally just enjoying the sun. She didn't mind getting dirt of her hands, and there was certainly quite a bit of that, and a smear of soil on her cheek from where she'd rubbed it absently.
