A VERY SPECIAL KIND... ... OF STUPID! By Ross E F Lombardi.

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A VERY SPECIAL KIND...
... OF STUPID!
By Ross E F Lombardi.
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To the slightly irritating investigator
She said....
In a soft melodic tone.
A voice you could enjoy listening to for hours...
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"I love baking,"
"And picking my own herbs"
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The bees buzz lazily in the background.
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"I love herbal flowery essential oils"
"I learnt to cold-press my own oils now!"
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The birds softly sing in the sunshine
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"I love flowers"
"My favorite flowers are the pretty purple foxgloves"
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This lovely, idealic garden around her is a magazine cover-worthy feature.
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"I like peace and tranquility"
"I don't like my tranquility disturbed"
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She stirs her fruit tea slowly in the shade.
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"It's such a shame that someone as calm as me,"
"Should have so many people developing dangerous heart conditions and dropping dead all over the place..."
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She tilts and angles her chin slightly and casts a small spell of a very slight, tiny smile,
She is very beautiful.
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"It's sad..."
"But some of those inheritances and insurance payments have allowed me to get better, larger, places with a bigger garden..."
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There is a sound of long legs recrossing under a thin full-length sundress.
The questioning throat opposite her gulps and is suddenly feeling awkward and overly self-conscious.
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"You have to find the good side in the bad things,"
"Where and when you can,"
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She flutters the eyelids of her soft face at the interviewing investigator coyly.
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"Would you like to have, as a gift, one of my homemade scented candles?"
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Her warm smile makes the investigator blush slightly.
They regret wasting this lovely, kind, gentle woman's time
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On her lap are property listings of even more impressive houses with even bigger gardens.
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