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Tall trees lined the wide boulevards of Paris where brakes squealed and sirens shrieked. Deuzy shuddered in fear until Luc softly brushed his hand along
her dashboard. “Ça va bien, mon amie. All is well, my friend.”
Deuzy and Luc threaded their way through traffic to Maman’s flower shop.
Golden curlicues and swirls of fancy letters spelled out “La Fleurette” above its wide glass doors. On each side of the doors, the large picture windows were crowded with an explosion of fresh flowers.