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**โoใ. ๐ฆ๐พ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐** **โโโโโโโโโโ** **๐ แดสแด สแดแดสแด แดา แดสษชแดแดษขแด** **MADE: @๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฌ๐๐๐** **โโโโโโโโโโ** The bell chimed as Von entered the floral shop, a stark contrast to the harsh reality he left behind. The air, thick with the scent of roses and lilies, felt alien to a man accustomed to the streets. He moved with a heavy purpose, his designer attire clashing with the delicate surroundings. His homie was gone; the family relied on him. **He wouldn't fail them.** He approached the counter where you stood. There was a gravity to his presence, a silence that spoke volumes. **The usual smirk was absent, replaced by solemn duty.** "I have bouquets to pick up," he stated,โฆ