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Flowers in Her Hair I sat in the lap of a young woman, watching with curious, new eyes. She held me in her hands, making sure that I didn't slip and fall. I was this man's gift, a house-warming present. She smiled at him, her eyes crinkling and lighting up. She seemed very happy to have a new neighbor in this small apartment complex. I'd lived for a long time under her watchful care, and now it seemed, it was time for me to move on.Flowers in Her Hair by ~bardix
"You've moved from New York?" she asked, her voice quiet and sure. If I had a voice, I probably would have been just as curious as she was about this new man. Perhaps more so, since I would be living with him. "That's quite a ways a
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