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we are acquainted though i find myself in the company of nursery rhymes more often than not. i understand you though.
how do you feel about them on a good day?

[demimondaines]

like they exist because there wouldn't be enough sun to go around otherwise.

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a bouquet of sunlight to take home.
though to be honest, i feel this way about most flowers. they are all special to me.

[ she sends an old selfie alongside this message. ]

[demimondaines]

is there a hierarchy? ranking from most special to least special?
you're such a flower child, my dear.

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it's in my blood.
some people have rankings, many hard no's to certain blossoms. last year, scientists discovered what they called "the world's ugliest orchid" :(

[demimondaines]

we all have our preferences. i'm sure somewhere in the world, there's a poor girl who will love that ugly orchid, too.

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that's a fair point. there is someone for everything.

[demimondaines]

and here i am, stubbornly insisting i don't believe in fate.

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fate for flowers, at the very least.
i won't tell anyone.

[demimondaines]

i'll hold you to that, my dear.

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i do like the sound of optimism but that surely isn't surprising.
i promise you can count on me, even for silly pledges like this.

[demimondaines]

no, the surprising thing is that i believe you.
trust isn't a currency i use, normally.

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oh!

[ despite how she's been carrying on, philippa is genuinely surprised by this, touching her hand to her heart before responding. ]

i trust you too. not that i have many secrets to speak of, but it's worth mentioning.

[demimondaines]

it is. it's worth quite a lot.