5//Thrill

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This might seem a bit extreme but these people were raised with completely different beliefs and are not as accepting of things that are not within what they think is normal and proper.

The boy then raced back home, enjoying how the wind blew through the wisps of his dyed ginger hair. He let the tears flow, raining down onto the sidewalk. Inhaling the sweet scent of the wildflowers growing in the cracks of the pavement. No one had the heart to remove them since little children always picked the dandelions to give to their parents as little "bouquets." Felix was always the kind to live in the moment. So now, with him being able to release the pent-up emotions and feel the thrill of his natural surroundings, was something he truly cherished.

He handed the box to his mom with a bow and felt a slight relief with the feel of nature's presence from before. His mom shouted after him when he was going towards his room. She led him to a bathroom with the confused boy, box in hand.

"Watch exactly how I do it. This is the only time I will do it. Be thankful." She pronounced each syllable perfectly. 

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