src: "Spring Buds"
The clocktower bell rang the hour. She left him clean and pink-cheeked.
"You'd better get to class."
"I'll call you later."
She smiled. "We'll see."
Hands on hips, she straightened her hat and turned back to her work. The bushes always looked a fright this time of year, but no matter. Something would bloom soon enough.
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