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The moth now begs with a
nervous feeling,
"Please, do say something,
something relieving."
"My Lady Hawkmoth, your
job is awesome:
carrying the pollen from
bloom to blossom.
Without your help, there
would be no seed
Please, take my nectar to
fulfill your need.
What can I say now? There
was such confusion,
there’s only one thing I can
say in conclusion... 7