E-Mail: February 15th. To Florians Florists

You sent the flowers at half-past eight, but that was clearly not the direction in the order. Arriving after seven meant that (He) was home.

A trail of broken petals rocked the room, a smell of formaldehyde betrays the scent of life at the morgue, a cutting edge of science and the almost new.

I forgot to say I love Lilies too, but they made my eyes weep.

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