There once was a young flower, who seemed more mature than the others her age. She was into the arts, music, not wanting to waste her life away on sex and drugs.
So she decided to take a look through the fence of ages, what she saw was the older flower and how they lived their lives.
So she weave herself through the fence to socialize with the older flowers, making herself feel grownup.
She was insecure about what she was doing, so she kept her roots with her peers and the pedals with
her elders, so depending on her moods, she could stay with her younger friends, or hang out with the grownups.
When an older male flower befriended her, she loved the attention, conversation, and the time spent together, but the other flowers made comments about their age difference, how he was old and losing his pedals, while she was too young to know what it felt like to have real pedals. The older male flower stood his ground, telling everyone they where friends, and nothing more, while the female flower pulled herself back through the fence and retreated to her roots and peers, and ignored the male flower even though they were suppose to be friends..
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