[ Too late! The flaming flowers (that he hates) are knocked from his hand, to the ground, where they burn to a nice crisp. Now they're a bunch of dead flowers. Well, even though they're dead (and he hates them) they're his flowers, not this idiot next to him. He stoops down right away, and gathers them all up again. ]
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[ Too late! The flaming flowers (that he hates) are knocked from his hand, to the ground, where they burn to a nice crisp. Now they're a bunch of dead flowers. Well, even though they're dead (and he hates them) they're his flowers, not this idiot next to him. He stoops down right away, and gathers them all up again. ]