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Narrowleaf yelled out in anger. "YOU BUCKER!! YOU BETTER PRAY I DON'T FIND YOU!!"
"Flitter..." Narrowleaf responded in a monotone voice. "...don't you dare bucking leave."
"D-dammit!! I was going to ask Brisk to marry me, but... you and Flitter won't bucking let me..." Narrowleaf said. "All th-this is happening...
"That's false. We are unable to control our selves. Don't you think my ma would of said something?!" Narrowleaf said. "And who said I was taking...
"Bolt... Wh-why? What happened to you?!" Narrowleaf paused. "Sorry... Brisk..."
"Brisk? Can you hear me?!" Narrowleaf called as he ran over to Brisk.
He kicked open the doors, ran over to the medical room and slammed into Bolt. "NO!! Let her make her own choices! You have no right to choose for...
"Oh sure! How many?" Narrowleaf asked.
"Oh. Thanks, I guess?" Narrowleaf said.
"What do you mean?" Narrowleaf said, confused.
"I don't get a lot of customers, for some reason. I don't know why." He said.
"No. I'm going to tell Bolt! He needs to know!!" Narrowleaf dashed to the castle, hoping he wasn't to late.
Meh. Let me think about it.
"Well... The only ones I remember the name of are roses and sunflowers..." Narrowleaf said. "I create new kinds from scratch."
"I don't serve food..." Narrowleaf said. "Sorry."
"Wh-why do I always buck everything up?!! Why does everypony h-hate me?!!" Narrowleaf said to himself. "B-brisk..." He ran to the same abandoned...
"Hello, my name is Narrowleaf. Would you like something, sir?" Narrowleaf asked. "And thank you, miss."
"Oh, hello. One second, please." Narrowleaf whistled and a small, potted flytrap hopped over. "This is Rosie. I made her myself."
"I did. So did Rosie. Hope you enjoy the perfume." He said.
"N-no! Brisk!" Narrowleaf ran over. "Look wh-what you did!!" He snarled at Bolt.
