In the cement garden the flowers are inside.
After the night of a thousand whispers, each whisper uglier than the next would be, until finally it was dull, dull, dull. In my quiet, as silence implies, I was taken back to something that actually mattered. So just pick one and squeeze further back like so....no, you're still holding it wrong. You have to pinch further back if you want it to talk. When you have it right the mouth will open and close revealing a secret world inside of it. You can say what ever you want with a snapdragon. You can tell any story.
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