Dean went to the garden and started looking at the children who were planted. —Very poor quality this year. —Sorry —said the clerk—. This year there was a drought of love and they couldn't grow. He frowned and took one reluctantly, releasing it into the basket. —Never mind. I have a nutrient that will make it grow in no time. When he left, all the children were left crying with their feet buried, hungry for love.
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