This is how it ends. A lost umbrella, harsh words, and stinging. Lots of stinging. Smoke-in-her-eyes stinging. She saw it coming, but refused to believe it until the words left his lips. She had no choice.
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I was a rose, maybe you'd pick me
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Behave yourself, now. ;)