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The late afternoon sun warmed Amelia's face as she watered her prize-winning petunias. Each delicate bloom was carefully inspected, any yellowing leaf immediately snipped away. A light breeze rustled through the garden, carrying the scent of lavender and damp earth. She hummed a wordless tune as she moved the watering can from plant to plant, a slow, methodical rhythm to her movements. The notification pinged on her phone, which sat on the small, wrought-iron table beside her. It was a Facebook friend request. From someone she hadn't thought about in years. From Mark Jenkins.