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Her heart became anxious for a moment. Something cold in his eyes kept her on alert. He had left, slamming the door, and she was wrapped with emptiness. Dizziness or the intoxicating smell of flowers made her awkwardly sit on the floor next to a flower vase. “Indeed, you are nice”, she said, tearing off one of the flowers. While she was tearing off petal by petal, she was whispering, “He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not”.
Her heart became anxious for a moment. Something cold in his eyes kept her on alert. He had left, slamming the door, and she was wrapped with emptiness. Dizziness or the intoxicating smell of flowers made her awkwardly sit on the floor next to a flower vase. “Indeed, you are nice”, she said, tearing off one of the flowers. While she was tearing off petal by petal, she was whispering, “He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not”.
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