:: Plucking the petals off a flower she dropped the stem from her grip and frowned. :: He loves me not. Perhaps I will don the dancing silks I have made from my favorite robes and ask in a physical way what I should do and why? I left the silks on the mat I sleep on when he doesnt come home. Perhaps when he comes tonight he will see them and I will be allowed to wear them. He does not like when I am vauge. I can not help it. I have never been very good with words. 
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