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"
Good-bye
,
"
he
repeated
.
The
flower
coughed
.
But
not
because
she
had
a
cold
.
"
I
've
been
silly
,
"
she
told
him
at
last
.
"
I
ask
your
forgiveness
.
Try
to
be
happy
.
"
He
was
surprised
that
there
were
no
reproaches
.
He
stood
there
,
quite
bewildered
,
holding
the
glass
bell
in
midair
.
He
failed
to
understand
this
calm
sweetness
.
"
Of
course
I
love
you
,
"
the
flower
told
him
.
"
It
was
my
fault
you
never
knew
.
It
does
n't
matter
.
But
you
were
just
as
silly
as
I
was
.
Try
to
be
happy
...
Put
that
glass
thing
down
.
I
do
n't
want
it
anymore
.
"
"
But
the
wind
...
"
"
My
cold
is
n't
that
bad
...
"
The
night
air
will
do
me
good
.
I
'm
a
flower
.
"
"
But
the
animals
...
"
"
I
need
to
put
up
with
two
or
three
caterpillars
if
I
want
to
get
to
know
the
butterflies
.
Apparently
they
're
very
beautiful
.
Otherwise
who
will
visit
me
?
You
'll
be
far
away
.
As
for
the
big
animals
,
I
'm
not
afraid
of
them
.
I
have
my
own
claws
.
"
And
she
naively
showed
her
four
thorns
.
Then
she
added
,
"
Do
n't
hang
around
like
this
;
it
's
irritating
.
You
made
up
your
mind
to
leave
.
Now
go
.
"
