Lowering his club, Thragg found a handful of daisies and plucked them. “Not many pretty, like M-meg.”
She stared at his offering of flowers, letting them hang in the air.
“M-meg strong, beautiful,” he said getting on one knee. “Make Thragg feel funny in tummy.”
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