**_(I know this doesn’t match up with the prompt but this was for a completion and I couldn’t finish it because I submitted it and wasn’t ready then I deleted it so I’m just placing it on here because I liked it)_**__
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_Dandelions._
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They do what they must to survive, deattaching each part of themself and splitting apart so they can regrow and repeat the process.
It was cheap, that’s why she got it. Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment—instantly drawn.
Badly rusted.
Missing gems.
Bending metal.
All noticable things that indicate how she shouldn’t have gotten it. It was priced at a mere fifteen cents, a steal, at first glance. Hidden beneath layers of dusty jackets, Lori noticed it in the corner of her eye. A breeze blowing her hand closer, as if ...