"Yessss, madam Bunbury." Pulled away from his thoughts of phantom headlights, Helios shuffled into the greenhouse, still unable to control his fork tongued lisp.
Cradling the daisies carefully, he passed among the rows of exotic plants, quietly humming a haunting dirge. Despite his bright and cheery appearence, if one looked hard enough, they could see the layer of melancholy beneath.
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