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    Somewhere along the way she’d stopped making flowers and started engaging in psychological warfare with craft supplies.

    Halfway through twisting another stem into place, a knock sounded at her door.

    “Rumi?” Zoey’s voice drifted through the wood, warm and slightly pouty in that way that always made Rumi weak. “Can I come in? I wanna cuddle. I barely saw you all day.”

    Panic hit immediately.

    Think.

    Think fast.

    “I—uh—I’m busy!” she blurted back.

    There was a pause.

    Unfortunately, panic had already seized control of her brain, and before common sense could intervene, her mouth supplied possibly the worst excuse in human history.

    “I’m naked and looking at my body for anatomical reference,” she said in one horrified rush. “I can’t right now, sorry!”

    Silence.

    Rumi stared blankly at the floor for one long second before slowly lowering her head into her hands.

    Why would you say that.

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    Rumi attempts to celebrate her first Valentine’s Day and nearly implodes.

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    15 Feb 2026