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“Although we are only a birth apart, there are times when I feel much older…” mumbled words off of the dark chocolate lips of the pupatalis whom was at this point all too bored flower making for the time being. The elder looked over at the  youth whom was sulking in their dreary and almost monotone voice. “What ever do you mean, my youth? Something must be the matter for your flowing making has come to a stall and you are losing focus by the second- just look how the petals have began to tear and droop…” the older and much more experienced flower making guru returned to the other, gracing a hand over