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At the slightest, I was supposed to see something happen, the flowers, they didn’t change colour. They were still dried.
"Maybe you need to try again." I quipped.
"Did you read the words well? Maybe you mispronounced them." I tried to make sense of what was going on, but my friend looked like she’d seen a ghost.
She was shocked to the bones.
"It’s not the words, it’s... me," she replied, her gaze fixated into space, and her mouth was slightly opened.
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