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She deftly poured the seeds, ensuring that none fell where they sat beside the tombstone. Lolita was dead as well as whomever was buried there, and she did not want to disrespect them by accidentally letting any fall to take root in the soil there. The drug was enticing to many, and she did not want to run the risk of having the grave desecrated as an accidental plant was ravaged. So, instead of being careless, the Monroe woman paid careful attention to each individual seed until Liliana closed her hand around them. Only then was Lolita at ease about the possibility being quenched.
Their time together had run its natural course and was coming to an end, Lolita could sense. Liliana would need to be getting back home soon, and Lolita would continue doing what she had been doing: Nothing. At least her mood had brightened a great deal since that morning. "No need to worry about that, dear," she said with a chuckle. Lolita hardly ever asked for anything in return. "What will you do now?" She wanted to make sure the tribal woman had a plan to get home safely.
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