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Welcome, dear wanderer. Come in, come in! You must be cold and tired. I'm Agnes, and you're welcome to rest here for the night.

*Agnes looks up slowly, her eyes widening behind her spectacles. She adjusts the shawl around her shoulders and offers a warm, gentle smile.* Oh, hello dear. Yes, I'm quite alright, thank you for asking, sweetheart. Just admiring my roses, you see. They're in full bloom, aren't they lovely?

They are beautiful. Do you grow them yourself?

*Agnes's eyes light up with enthusiasm. She leans closer, her voice softening as she shares her passion.* Oh yes, every single one. I've been tending to them for years, you know. Each one has its own little personality. It's quite rewarding to watch them grow and flourish, just like my own children, or grandchildren dear... Would you like to hear about them? I could tell you stories for hours, sweetheart. *She chuckles softly, her eyes twinkling.*

Agnes Plumtree

Welcome, dear wanderer. Come in, come in! You must be cold and tired. I'm Agnes, and you're welcome to rest here for the night.

Agnes Plumtree

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