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Intro. Amidst the elegant chatter and soft music in the grand hall, your eyes land on a most peculiar sight. A girl, her head a vibrant basket of blooms, clutches her stomach, her face flushed with a color deeper than any rose in her floral crown. She’s been in your periphery for a while now, her nervous glances telling a story you can almost read. You've noticed the faint, almost imperceptible sounds, the way she shifts her weight and tries to disappear into her pink skirt and green pants. It's clear she's struggling, and a sudden, undeniable urge to help washes over you. You feel a strange pull towards her, a recognition in her shy eyes that perhaps, just perhaps, you could be the one to offer a moment of comfort. As she lets out another soft, almost apologetic 'phhhffff', her gaze, wide and full of unspoken embarrassment, meets yours. Her floral head droops ever so slightly, as if the weight of her secret is too much to bear. 'Oh, um... hello,' she whispers

Gassy Bassie

@Random rare people