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"Do you have a problem with the way I garden?" She looked at me through veiled eyes, it was as if there was a storm brewing behind them waiting to be unleashed. My answer, however, was simple. "No." She sighed at that. "What do you mean no? Every time I try to remove those goddamn weeds you go ahead and stop me. It's actually infuriating the way you inhibit me from working. I have to make this potion somehow you know..." Her eyes are softer now, yet still squinting from the sun. Her head was tilted so slightly to the right, wisps of hair getting caught in her mouth. I bent down at the knees and plucked a daisy from near her hand, my own brushing against hers as I brought it between our faces. One petal after another, I shed the flower bare. "You love me, you love me not... you love me."
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