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Lovely day, isn't it? |
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Hello? I said, lovely day, isn't it? |
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Well you needn't be that way about it. It's not as if I told
them everything. I mean, the police officer was very nice.
Complimented me on my petals. Do you know, the missus walked
by every day, with nary a greeting, not even a glance! Why,
I even remember when you used to tell me how pretty I looked,
or how I was really the best-kept flower in the garden... |
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Hmph. |
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Well, it's always the strangers who notice now. I told the
police officer he looked very smart too, in his well-pressed
uniform. Most policemen these days...well, I know they have
their jobs to do, must maintain a certain professionalism, but...
they're so brusque. He was so courteous, at first. And then
right out of the blue, he asked me! I was so flustered, I was
awash with recollection, I didn't know what to do but simply
tell the whole truth! You can't blame me for that, can you? |
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Fine. Sulk. But it's not like you're completely innocent.
I've heard you murmuring to the master out by the woodpile. I
watched his gaze, now tormented, now thoughtful, now determined,
as he slowly made his way back to the house. I sensed your
barely-repressed glee just before. I felt the...warm splash... |
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And the police officer knew! He came right out and asked.
He said it so directly, so...graphically...it was like he
was the one who had lived it, not I! And then--well, I
didn't say anything right away, it's not like I was just
waiting to blab it out...but then he...he pointed at the
stain, underneath my seven-o-clock petal. Three days of
waterings hadn't managed to get rid of it. I strained
towards the water can, trying...I tried to do that much,
at least, you must admit... |
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Just say something, will you! |
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Fine. |
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