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"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me..." Maitimo murmurs, plucking the white flower's tiny petals. There is only one left, and the young Elf tosses the flower's sad remains away, with an annoyed snort.
"Of course he loves me! This is nonsense." Maitimo scolds himself, striding toward the garden gate.
He leans over a patch of yellow daffodils and plucks one, twirling it between his long fingers. He catches himself in time, before beginning to maim the innocent flower, in the same, silly game.
"This is getting ridiculous... What could possibly be keeping Findekano for so long?"
"Of course he loves me! This is nonsense." Maitimo scolds himself, striding toward the garden gate.
He leans over a patch of yellow daffodils and plucks one, twirling it between his long fingers. He catches himself in time, before beginning to maim the innocent flower, in the same, silly game.
"This is getting ridiculous... What could possibly be keeping Findekano for so long?"
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