The lost cherries

Lucy was working in the garden. Wearing her pretty gardening gloves, green with little yellow flowers.
The adventurer woke up with an oh bloody hell hangover. His merry men were still sleeping. Years ago he was able to start the day with a race. They too. Now he was tempted to return to bed to be lazy a few hours more. Exploring has its own rhythm. A few minutes later he was doing interesting things with Morpheus.
Lucy was happy. At least, her roses had bloomed. Three red roses. (Maybe she should forget the 2 of hearts).
The adventurer awoke to a splendid sunny afternoon. Not the best for his still present hangover, but a pretty day anyway. He knew he was going to discover things he couldn't before. Exploring is a dangerous calling.
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