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A field of lavender as far as the eye could

  • A field of lavender as far as the eye could see, and the mistral cast waves upon it, a tempest of purple. This, thought Amien is like me, and felt at peace unknown to her.

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  • The quiet yet stirring scenery had created a comforting void between Amien and everything else. Her eyes started to gaze off and she felt in a dream full of lavender. Her eyes clos

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  • ed momentarily, but that's all it took. Amien was whisked away into a world of lollipop skyscrapers and Playdoh people. Whenever she tried to say something to any of them, her mout

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  • h sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher to them. Unlike Charlie Brown, neither Amien or any of the others understood Charlie Brown's teacher. Amien said she thought it sounded like

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  • someone attempting to play the tuba with their butt-cheeks, but no one else agreed with Amien's description of the strange sound.

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  • As strongly as everyone disagereed with such an act of nonsense on Amien's behalf, no one uttered a word because he had long been known as the bully of the town. He had been

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  • insulting people left and right; a "fatty" here, a "uggo" there. The townspeople did their best to feign offense at his remarks. "Oh, Amien is such an effective bully! I feel bad!'

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  • But when Amien insulted Margo Twinchley, the most sensitive person in town, and she did not shed a tear, he realized that he was a failure at rudeness. "I am rotten at being rotten

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  • , even to Margo Twinchley." Amien sighed, politely of course, his impossible situation looming in his thoughts. Unable to insult even the highly sensitive Twinchley, he decided to

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  • let bygones be bygones, particularly since there was not a damn thing he could do. He extended his hand to Margo, who gasped in surprise. She shook his hand & said, "I'm sorry".

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