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...you enjoy it! Part Two Fenrir was standing on the doorstep of Potter's flat, holding a bunch of the only roses in town that weren't shabby as fuck. For some absurd reason, Bewdley florists had a difficult time keeping roses from looking moldy and all around unromantic and unappetising. Not that this was supposed to be a romantic gesture, but Gibson had said that when wooing a chit, roses...
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