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[soulsrob]

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I meant on your actual face, silly! :P [She loves these emotes.]

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Three women were transformed into flowers which grew in a field, but one of them was allowed to turn human at night. One day, when dawn was drawing near, she said to her lover:

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"if you will come this afternoon and gather me, I shall be set free and stay with you forever." And he did! Now the question is, how did her lover know which one was her?

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It's more of a logic puzzle than strictly a fairy tale, but you're supposed to guess why he knew her from the others. All the flowers were completely identical.

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Flowers are never identical. They're never perfect. Even the smallest have some imperfection of colour or shape.

[soulsrob]

This is a fairy tale. It's magic. Do you want me to just tell you?

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No. I'm thinking.

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She didn't open correctly. Not enough sun. Or not enough time closed at night.

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That's really close!

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She fell over. Her roots weren't stable enough.

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You were closer last time.

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Just tell me, Winnie.

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Because the other flowers were flowers all night, they had dew on them in the morning! But she didn't, so her lover could tell which was her from that!

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That's a good riddle, with only one flaw I can see.

[soulsrob]

What flaw?

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You said he came for her in the afternoon.

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So?

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[soulsrob]

Oh. Wait, I understand. Hm. Maybe it was early afternoon!

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It would have to be very early afternoon. Maybe ten or eleven.

He should just have left her there anyway. Right?

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[Color her surprised.]

why do you say that? They were in love, why wouldn't he want to rescue her?

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Love isn't everything, Winnie. He pulled her up by the roots and all that means is that he got to watch her die

[Welp.]

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I'm sorry. Please ignore me. You're very kind.

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[soulsrob]

[Holy shit.]

Maybe sometimes you have to destroy what you love in order to save it.

[She's thinking of her own planet here for a moment]

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Do you want to talk about it?

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There isn't anything to talk about. :-)

I'm overthinking, that's all. It was a nice story. Do you know any poems?

[Amazing, this lying in text thing. He has all his full stops and everything.]

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[She considers pressing it for a moment, before letting it drop. For now.]

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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

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In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

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Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

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It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.