The dryad shrugs. "Maybe I just grew tired of him? I don't even know. He's so… two-dimensional. There's no int

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The dryad shrugs. "Maybe I just grew tired of him? I don't even know. He's so… two-dimensional. There's no intrigue to him. Everything he does is so predictable! All the flowers, all the compliments… I've had enough, thank you."

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