Rose took a sip, the cool liquid a sharp contrast to the humid air. "Just thinking about how everything has its season. The roses, the garden... us." She leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I used to hate being a redhead, you know. I felt like I stood out too much, like I had to live up to some 'spitfire' reputation."

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Rose took a sip, the cool liquid a sharp contrast to the humid air. "Just thinking about how everything has its season. The roses, the garden... us." She leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I used to hate being a redhead, you know. I felt like I stood out too much, like I had to live up to some 'spitfire' reputation."

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