Last night, taking a stroll down Champs Elysees with Lilas, I came across a field of daisies. Okay, technically it wasn't a field, it was more like a couple of rows, but the daisies were beautiful. They were my grandmother's favorite flower, so I decided to lean down and pick one for my daughter. To my great surprise, a woman flew out of the oh-so-
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