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My Chrysanthemum

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She gently shifts the flowers around the vase, humming an unrecognizable tune. Her eyebrows crease, the humming stopping temporarily as she grabs a blue flower and throws it roughly away. The smile returns to her face and she begins humming again, like a songbird in the mines; as long as she keeps humming, all is well. She pauses a moment, stepping back to admire the bouquet, the smile growing on her lips. She turns to grab some ribbon from the many rolls and colours that hang on the wall. Carefully, she steps over the body lying on the floor.Todos los derechos reservados

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