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I’ve come back to that place where bumbles bounce and blooms bedazzle - a place that ought to be one of happy recollections, for it is so pretty here. . . even now, and the air so fragrant. Despite its loveliness, the garden of this city park can never more enchant me, and the ruby bedazzlers that still reside here I never can forgive for their betryal. How innocently they all looked on as my dearest childhood friend – pleased to lean in to inhale their petals’ sweet scent - gasped upon receiving that sharp sudden sting. Her face ballooned out, becoming nearly unrecognizable as she struggled to breathe, but we both were unaware of my darling friend’s most severe of allergies. . . She fainted then, never to bounce back, unlike those bumbles in the garden where the blooms had so bedazzled her. They bumble around even now, forever bouncing back to remind me of that most dreadful of days.
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