Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

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Last week hadn't been too bad, and Seivarden wasn't sure if that meant she should expect today to be better or worse.

 

It was a matter of taste, perhaps. The shop looked like it had been taken over by stuffed animal toys. They wandered around smelling the flowers, or curling up to sleep in a big pot or even trying to jump up in Seivarden's lap. She frowned and pushed it down on to the floor again, then made herself some tea.

 

It could be worse.

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