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The last four days was a mixture of obligation, necessity and regret. Each night beginning with Wednesday was spent selling roses. Wednesday was at J&M in Pioneer Square. Sold one. Thursday was Cowgirls. Sold probably 4. Friday was Trinity. Almost sold the entire bucket to one customer but he had all the time in the world to back out and I
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Get married he says.
"I can't get married, I'm a twenty-XXX year old boy."
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