This is about a person named Floral.
Floral lived in what someone called a house. I was that someone. I called it a house. It was a house.
Floral was amoral.
Plot Development:
Floral wanted an orange.
Conflict:
Floral went down the street to buy an orange, but, because it was at a time when the orange shop was usually closed, the orange shop was closed.
Floral didn't like this one bit. Incidentally, neither did I.
Climax And Resolution:
Floral smashed the orange shop window with a brick and grabbed an orange.
Floral didn't do much after this, as I've grown tired of her.
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