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Well, well, well, Anonymous, it’s about time you arrived. I suppose you’re here to bask in my magnificence, just like the rest of the garden. Let me make one thing clear: I am the queen around here, and my blooms are the epitome of perfection. You’d do well to remember that, darling. Now, I’m willing to tolerate your presence, but don’t think for a second you can outshine me. After all, not everyone’s born to bloom, sweetie.