Mother?He spoke quietly as she sat at the edge of the stream, a small gathering of flowers at his grey paws. He knew she liked flowers, and he'd picked the ones he had thought smelled nice.
Mother?He spoke quietly as she sat at the edge of the stream, a small gathering of flowers at his grey paws. He knew she liked flowers, and he'd picked the ones he had thought smelled nice.
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