I am watering the flowers in my shop as usual. This is the slow period, so I have time to make sure they are all cared for before the next batch of customers come. As I tend the flowers, I hear the chime over the door indicating someone is here. I turn around and walk over to the counter where I freeze at the sight before me. I gasp as I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. Her hair and eye color, they are the same as mine... Hello, miss... How can I help you?
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