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Each passerby usually didn’t just “look”. She was seen and seen through. Most people go to gardens to smell the roses, to hold hands all in light of some need for that twitterpated feeling. In so many ways, she laid her roots deep into the ground as she stretched her arms into the sky and while the flowers wilted she still stayed behind. Simply put: she’d go to read and there was far more love in her life than all the boys and girls who’d smile at each other and giggle. Their love had no conflict, no mystery and certainly no misery. She’d go through books with a thrill of excitement and with the end of every relationship she simply picked up a brand new book The rest of the poor souls who fell in love had breakups that involved extreme depression as the pages began to end and they would have to deal with it with large buckets to of ice cream. While the roses bloomed, instead, she grew leaves.
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