"This is for you!" little Azra said, her brightest smile lighting up her face as she extended a bouquet of black orchids toward him.
The bouquet was clearly made by her tiny handsโthread barely holding the flowers together, trembling as if on the verge of unraveling. A mismatched bow tied in the middle was her own hair clip, clumsily attached but full of earnest effort.
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I was a child who began to imagine just to escape realityโnow here I stand, holding onto one of those escapes, Revulsion.
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