Josie laughs lightly and drops her hand, catching at a few rich strands, and wanders to a nearby planting bench. She picks a flower - something delicate, pale, white and green. She twirls the stem idly, brushing the fingers of the other hand roughly over the delicate petals.
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Date: 2006-07-13 01:15 am (UTC)"Of course you did."