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Sheila loved walking home from school. A beautiful path behind the houses had such big fluffy trees and flowers that she didn't know the names. She did know she could bring her mother a beautiful bouquet from this path, especially when there wasn't good news of a bad report card.

Armed with her backpack and that bad grade, she spots the most beautiful roses poking through a fence. These weren't flowers easily picked with their thick stems and thorns. Her trusty nail clippers helped with that. With glee she skipped inside, tripping as the bouquet fell into the waste bin.

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