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I Take It You Want Honey?Welcome to our quaint little tea-gardens. The flowers are in full bloom now, ready to loose their petals in a delicate show shower of pale pink. Do you have a reservation?
You do? Good. Let me take you to your table.
My, you picked a beautiful seating area. It's rights in the corner, overlooking the pond, with all the beautiful flower trees around. It smells like honeysuckle, the flower growing like weeds around the little body of water. I bet you knew that, didn't you?
Sit, sit, valued patron. The tablecloth is fresh and pressed, just like your suit co
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The Ghost in the AtticThe rays of sunshine filtering through the dusty old window, half covered by a moth-eaten, dirty, yellowed curtain illuminate the dust on the old trunk sitting in the middle of the attic. As I stand in the doorway, looking at the brown, battered trunk, my heart fills with an odd feeling of anticipation and suddenly I'm walking towards it, my legs seeming to move on their own accord, driven by an unseen force. As I kneel before the trunk, my old fear of attics disappears and I grow oblivious to everything else around me, my only focus on the trunk.
Then I suddenly become tentative – should I open it, now, after all these many years? The
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Thank you so much, I really appreciate!