She glared at it. “And I hate that I can’t destroy this stupid plant because I’m biologically wired to care about all living things that grow, so I cannot rip it apart without hurting myself, and I am tired of hurting myself!” The flower leaned over and wrapped around her finger again, one petal tapping in reassurance. Reassurance. From a plant. “See?” Becky squealed. “How can I destroy something that’s holding my finger like that?” She exhaled in frustration, and Nura laughed, glowing a little. “Oh, my dear.” She chuckled warmly, and it was the sort of sound that Becky remembered from baking
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