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　　Lone man tilted his head as his eyes smiled.You took one last look at the house, with his brother`s face still pressed against the glass. He took your hand, and together, you sneaked your way to the dandelion field.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

　　The dandelions around him withered almost instantly. You could see sadness in his eyes. He must`ve loved flowers; seeing them die instantly at his touch pained him.

　　————Ask him why the dandelions wither -- Page 110