Shan

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“Maybe someone could talk me into a flower.” Her voice is low. Vowels round and slow. “You already are a flower.” I regret it the second it’s out of my mouth. It’s not smooth. It’s not sexy. But her mouth lifts, expression blossoming. “I am a flower,” she agrees, teeth gleaming at me.
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