These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here on your shoulder for my petals. Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is called an “ideal. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to the days of grand Rome herself. She had once reconciled in her mind that she was happy as long as she had him. There were lines in her face that age had not put there.
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