FLOWER OF LOVE
“Lost the bet, guys. He’s the real master. What’s her name again? That college girl? Flora Amor? What a ridiculous name—straight out of an old chest, right?”
Laughter erupted.
Her knees buckled. Tears blurred her vision. No… this wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.
“Dude, no doubt. You’re the master. Imagine, stealing the virginity of that innocent fish vendor girl like it was nothing.”
“Yuck, bro. I can already smell her. Bet she stank like fish too!”
The group howled.
Flora Amor staggered backward, clutching her mouth to stifle a sob. No. No, it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. But why was her body shaking? Why were her knees weak, tears spilling uncontrollably, if it wasn’t true?
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