Drew strolled down Normal Street with grace, which, shall I mention, was awkward for a male of Drew's perspective.
The lawns were planted with flowers of different species. Some bright colors, some dark, but they all smelled heavenly of pollen and freshness. He stood content and breathed the air in. It was odd to imagine, but the flowers smelled somewhat confortable. There was something about the elegant vegetation that attracted Drew to flowers. The coordinator summoned Roselia from her pokeball so she could share his amazement.
"Rose!" Roselia looked around in awe.
Drew smiled, "It is Pettleburge...
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