all that truly matters
The petals shone brightly as they fell, the promise of spring hanging sweetly in the air. Buckshot smiled, wondering when he had last seen peach trees blossoming in April, certainly not here in New Mexico, but the answer was slow in coming. He was so tired, so very tired as he reclined on the floor of the storage room that he completely forgot why he was even there.
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