[It's a nice image. Thrilling, really. But something feels like it is sitting at the back of his throat, a lump that can't even dissolve. It sits there, as solid as a stone. He wishes it could go away. Instead, he knows he'll choke on it for the rest of his life.]
...Can I...tell you something? About...a garden of mine, I suppose.
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[It's a nice image. Thrilling, really. But something feels like it is sitting at the back of his throat, a lump that can't even dissolve. It sits there, as solid as a stone. He wishes it could go away. Instead, he knows he'll choke on it for the rest of his life.]
...Can I...tell you something? About...a garden of mine, I suppose.