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"I have something special," the boy said.

Show me.

He hands out a potted plant.

It had no flowers,
No other colour besides green,
And its size was the same as any small potted plant.

That isn't special, it looks like grass.

"Ah, but you see my friend," the boy speaks. "In your world, it is ordinary. In my world, she speaks to me. In my mind, and in my world only, she is blooming. Only in my eyes,

she is special."

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