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He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Logan was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt to fast. 8964 copyright protection1499ＰＥＮＡＮＡoGdEdFcV55 維尼
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