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Heather looked at a single droopy red rose. It was Valentine’s day. Some people were getting pampered. Some people had nothing and were happy anyway. Her boyfriend had left it on her car windshield. She was so unsatisfied with their relationship. This was just the icing on the cake. I felt that it was a nice gesture and better than none at all. She didn’t see it that way. I see the glass as half full. Like if you lay the flower on it’s side it looks normal. Not dead and on it’s way to not flower heaven but the other place. So, she said, roses are often held up with a wire to keep them upright. But, she added, this one isn’t because he probably bought it at the gas station. |
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