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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4640615" data-attributes="member: 79171">Clover quietly shook her head, mumbling quietly, "Thank you, but you give me too much credit."She shut her eyes and inclined her head towards the sky. The bus seemed ages off. She could afford to indulge one other fact."You know, Ruby, my name isn't 'Clover.' I'm really Angelica. That's what I was baptized. I answer to Angelica, Angie, Ang... any variation. But I caught my nickname back in middle school. My mother came up with it. She said I was so lucky. One in a million. I had the luckiest life a girl could ask for. I had been born, something the doctors had thought I wouldn't survive back when my mother had given birth to me. One day, she just came out and said, 'You're like my little clover!' And, it stuck. My friends started to call me that. At first, it bothered me. But then, it made me special. It made me stick out. How many Angelicas were there in my class? Several. How many Clover's? Heh, just me. It was nice, being different. My class was all smart. We all got great grades. Albeit, I had the highest, but there was nothing special in that. Just the name. After a few years of calling me Clover, my mother took it a step farther. It hearkened back to her Irish roots. Her Clover. Her Trinity. Her own little Catholic miracle."She laughed, remembering brightly how cool her mother had thought it was. Catherine Edwards was deeply religious, after all. Then, Clover mellowed. She smiled, though somberly."But do you know what a clover really is? You probably do. You lived on a farm. Clovers are animal fodder. They're grown for the benefit of the cows and whatever other animals there are. They're mowed down every other day during the summer. Trampled over by children on Easter morning. Clovers contain trace amounts of morphine. Painkiller. That said, clovers are meant to be used. They're not special. They're not unique. They're everwhere. Existing for the benefit of others."My classmates in high school idolized me. But really, I know now that they would never want to be me. I advocated for them. I spoke out for them. I took the heat for them. So at the end of the day, I guess I was just what helped them grow, and they were the ones that got to use me. Lucky? Maybe in some ways. But more like a host to a group of parasites."She smiled warmly at Ruby, "But I made my peace with that. I was useful, though more used. However, what I absolutely couldn't stand was not having any usefulness whatsoever once I got here."She sighed peacefully, and reflected, "Your brother sounds like a good man. A better person than I could ever be. If the circumstances were a little different," she indicated herself, pointing out the fact that she was no longer human, ", I wish that I could have met him."</blockquote>

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