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It's not daytime anymore!
You remind me of a male bluebell. I bet you're cute like her, too.
I have not had the honour of meeting the bluebell you mention, but I was born in mid-bluebell season and my mother always says they remind her of me. Small, blue, fragile and increasingly endangered, I assume she means. But she has long been a stranger to reason.

