A VERY SPECIAL KIND

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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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