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[end_fate]

The other day I met a woman who looked, smelled, and acted like my mother. She told me stories that I imagined my mother wanted to tell me but couldn't. After a good conversation, I gave the woman some red flowers. "Red. It's for love. These are the flowers I couldn't give my mother." And then I went on my way.

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[komissarsteve]

lol, its aerith, lol