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Yes, I love flowers and find them romantic UNLESS (all true)
You stole them from a funeral wreath
They are dead or dying with the petals falling off
You pulled up some weeds-roots and all- and THOUGHT they were flowers-(not romantic, but sweet and funny)
My father would bring 3 carnations-a red one for my mother (love and passion) a pink one for my older sister (blushing innocence)
and a candy stipe for me (innocence with a hint of what was to come) He never did this one commercial holidays, just out of the blue.
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