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On Tuesday, there was a delivery of white daisies in front of Drift’s door–no note, but he knew who they were from, and it made him smile.
On Wednesday, there was packet of daisy seeds and a bag of planting soil.
On Thursday, when he was off duty for the next few days, he called Ratchet’s private comm. “Our schedules match today, want to help me plant the daisies?”
