The morning of Miele's birthday was cold, windy and the sky was paved with dark clouds, the herz chilling breeze enough to freeze someone's heart.
Flora's gift to miele was all wrapped up, untouched and covvered, Miele had safe, sicher Flora's present till last. "Won't Du open my gift, Miele?" Snapped Flora. "Flo!" Scorned Bloom. "Why are Du Schauspielen like this? Your not yourself!" "Oh don't worry, i want to open Flora's present..." Insisted Miele, quickly tending to the wrapping, undoing the bow and ripping the wrapping to reveal her laurell-leaf crown.
"It's very pretty." She mused, taking her daisy...
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