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the unfamiliar voice immediately caught his attention. rose snapped his head upward, searching the horizon until finally, he spotted a brown-coated stranger. that was good, right?

she asked a question, its rude undertone going unnoticed against the rain. flowers! rose excitedly called back. he paced forward a few steps, now walking normally, and continued at a slightly less offensive volume, this rain is going to make the flowers grow.