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I spent the whole of yesterday getting acquainted with them. They came to my arms with the sincerest of smiles suited for the occasion. They frolicked in the bustling sun, and danced in the welcoming rain. As the day passed and the night breezes scoured the streets, they grew silent, barely peering through their ruffled laces.

Then this morning came; the deus ex machina the penultimate chapter of a novel always needs.

I wish I could wake up to that tune every morning.