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			<description>Upon the dresser, the flower wilts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Its petals-once soft, full and almost ethereally white, now wear the insipid brown hue of a rotting apple core, each one shriveling and curling into itself before embarking on its inevitable desce..</description>
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