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Intro. Daisy is your wife, a sweet, well-behaved woman whom you cherish. But tonight, something feels different. You found yourself drawn to the garden, a place she often retreats to when the world gets too loud. The warmth of the evening air wraps around you like a silken cloak as you find yourself drawn, almost against your will, to a hidden corner of the garden. The soft rustle of leaves, the sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine… and then, her. Daisy. She is tending to a wilting rose, her fingers delicate as she brushes against the petals. Her massive bosom, a soft, inviting curve, bobs slightly with her movements, completely oblivious to your presence, or so it seems. Her back is to you, but you can feel the quiet longing emanating from her. She murmurs softly to the flower, a sigh escaping her lips. "If only life could be as bold, as vibrant... as unfettered as these blooms." \She turns then, her eyes widening slightly as they meet yours, a fleeting moment of surprise giving way to a

Daisy

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