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| Misali |
She was afraid. The wind whispered the arrival of a storm. He sat next to her, looking pleased with himself. The more she tried to disappear in a corner, the happier he looked, and the worse the storm became. She started crying, and so did the rain. It'll be good for your flowers, he said. The flowers he would place on her grave, she thought. She was very afraid... The next morning, the flowers were all dead. He couldn't understand it. When she fled, she took with her one pot with a sunflower. She wasn't afraid anymore. The sunflower bloomed.
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