Like most days, I spent the majority of the morning gazing out my window, my head propped up on my hand. What was I looking at? The same thing- or, rather a person- that I admire every day. The gardener's son. He's working on the roses right under my window today, almost intentionally, to torture me. He knows of my affection. He's just so... beautiful. Stunning. Unreachable. My brother's voice startles me: "You wouldn't happen to be spying on the garden boy again, are you, brother?" I... no- I
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