βYou stepped on the flower!β
The boy looked down, his eyes gazing at the white petals crushed beneath his shoe. His eyes rolled and he stepped back, muttering, βSorry, but you should stop growing flowers in our yard.β He walked over to the bench and sat there, leaning lazily against the metal board.
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