The morning of Miele's birthday was cold, windy and the sky was paved with dark clouds, the tim, trái tim chilling breeze enough to freeze someone's heart.
Flora's gift to miele was all wrapped up, untouched and covvered, Miele had an toàn, két an toàn Flora's present till last. "Won't bạn open my gift, Miele?" Snapped Flora. "Flo!" Scorned Bloom. "Why are bạn diễn xuất like this? Your not yourself!" "Oh don't worry, i want to open Flora's present..." Insisted Miele, quickly tending to the wrapping, undoing the bow and ripping the wrapping to reveal her laurell-leaf crown.
"It's very pretty." She mused, taking her daisy...
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