"You never did that?" Cindy blinked in response. "It's... shit, hold on."
She grabbed a flower, some kind of multiple petal thing, a daisy, something that had petals. "Okay, back home, kids... well, girls would do this thing. You start with one petal, plucking it, and you say 'He loves me'. Then you pluck the next petal--" And here she plucks it. "And you say 'He loves me not'. Then you keep doing that with the whole flower, until you get to the last petal."
Cindy held the flower out. "If you say 'He loves me' on the last petal, then that means he loves you. But if not, that means he doesn't."
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She grabbed a flower, some kind of multiple petal thing, a daisy, something that had petals. "Okay, back home, kids... well, girls would do this thing. You start with one petal, plucking it, and you say 'He loves me'. Then you pluck the next petal--" And here she plucks it. "And you say 'He loves me not'. Then you keep doing that with the whole flower, until you get to the last petal."
Cindy held the flower out. "If you say 'He loves me' on the last petal, then that means he loves you. But if not, that means he doesn't."