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A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanly taken, all, all lost, quite lost…
…William Shakespeare
Days later, I realized it was time to give up. I couldn’t find the Eternia Bloom. Whatever the petal had meant, it wasn’t this. The bloom was not out ...
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