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... with her single chore that she had been working on all day long.

"What the heck? How many more hours are these idiots planning to keep this charade on?" She sighed and muttered under her breath, wiping the sweat off of her forehead.

What she didn't notice was that... the rose bush on which her sweat drops had landed now looked much healthier and livelier than the other plants nearby as if someone had treated it with a high-grade elixir.

"Eh? Do I hear grumbling?" Michelle ...

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