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 I planted roses the season Vern disappeared and I was ecstatic when they finally began to bloom.  A whole bush rich with pink roses.  It had been a long wait since the initial digging and seed planting.  Meticulous care and devotion was required for their upkeep, but it all paid off.  Their delicate scent and light color embellished the tiny garden plot in front of our first-story apartment window.   Vern and I had been living there together for three years.  We moved in at the start of our senior year of college, which is where we met, as freshman. &n Cherish
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Flute wanted to keep her wings.  She had let them grow further into maturation than most others had.  Her peers were reaching the point in their lives in which it was appropriate for wings to be shed, but Flute would not adhere.   She wanted to keep her wings.   This difference, of course, was noticeable as she strutted the great appendages through the halls of school.  Many of the students would tease Flute or snicker when her back was turned.  “There’s no point,” they’d say.  “It’s not like she can fly with those any Wings
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