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[Dylan]
I tried as hard as I could to hide the excitement I was bustling with as I brought in the carefully harvested and arranged flowers, and a carefully written note for Avira.
Although she didn't look sick at the moment, I knew it was only a matter of time before she would fall sick. All thanks to Thorne for hitting her mercilessly, and Dylan, for making it happen.
My excitement suffered a sudden death when I saw the overly similar bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, but I was extra careful to not show it.
Quickly I looked at the piece on my right hand to be sure I was holding flowers. What was more surprising was the fact that the other bouquet of flowers looked exactly like the one I was holding which was strange because I had handplucked and arranged the flowers myself, and there was no way someone else would pluck the same flowers and arrange them the exact same way I did, unless...
