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Richard was a lover of flowers he loved collecting flowers and after obtaining them from the woods he'd sketch them by so doing even if the flower withers away he'd still be in touch with them.
It was weekend and I thought of expanding my search to a new location, since I had exhausted all the flowers here. In my years of studying flowers I was able to come in contact with several hundredth of flowers.
When I got to the new area I saw all-sorts of flowers but the ones I had seen and those which I hadn't. I rushed to pluck one out that when I got stung by a bee. It was hurting and it began to swell. It was then I realized that I was doomed if I couldn't get help so I yelled.
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