I gave in and called the florist today, inquiring about my boquet. It was delivered on saturday night, along with my card, message, and number.
So in short she don't care. M'eh. There's still nine-hundered ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundered and ninety-nine fish in the sea. ;)
Today was the day from hell at "The convienience stores of Stupid
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