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[Salem D'Angelo]

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Yet another smile beamed across his face beneath the warm sunlight. He couldn't really imagine the same gardens and rows and patches of different flowers that would no doubt be planted, but the thought of having a hand in it pleased him all the same. Wherever that good-natured side of him had come from was up in the air, but it was there. “How long does it take for flowers to grow?” Another good question, as the seeds had already been planted in his mind. Salem may as well have wanted to be a horticulturist already; he hadn't even touched a plant and yet he was trying to be an expert on them for the future as well as have a budding affinity for them. Actually… maybe that was a feminine trait… ah, oh well. What did it matter?

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