Primrose was wondering along a meadow. She had just torn up a tree. It was her nature, chaos. But she still loved. And right then she was experiencing for the first time: Love. She saw him, in the same meadow. They had similar colors and he was, all in all, beautiful. Weird. A boy? Beautiful? But this was no boy. He was a man. And Primrose loved him immediately. She strolled closer, trying to keep a low profile, but it was to hard. She was restless. She moved to fast and the Earth crunched under her. He must've heard so she made her self utterly visible, awaiting his reaction.
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