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she knew the orses would be there when she opened the door; orange and glowing, perhaps surrounded by little pink daisies. Not taht she always recieved roses, or that they had had a fight, nor was it their anniversary. THe roses, she knew, were meant to keep her there. but she kenw better than to give in to silly stunts of the sort. after all,
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