The language of flowers

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Forget-me-nots had always been one of George's favorite flowers. Infact, when he was a child, his backyard was covered with them. Everywhere he would look, one of the blue flowers would be seen. 

His mother's wedding flowers had also been forget-me-nots, since they were so widely available. This only caused George to like them more.

The flower had many meanings, most notably remembrance and love. Perhaps this "Sap" was missing someone, and that was why the stranger had chosen such an unusual flower choice.

George couldn't be entirely sure, but that story felt right. As he looked over the letter, he read the small phone number on the back. Was it really a good idea to call the stranger? What if they were crazy?

George shook away these thoughts, taking out his cellphone and dialing the number. As the phone rang, George couldn't help but wonder who "Sap" was and how they were important to the sender. His mind was wandering when suddenly-

"Hello?" an unfamiliar voice said, quite loudly, making George pull the phone away from his ear.

"Er- Hi, is this- 'D'?" George asked, suddenly nervous to talk to the man on the other line.

The man softly chuckled, before replying, "Yes, this is. My name's Dream."

"Oh- well, I got a package in the mail today, and I found this number on a note inside, I think it got addressed to the wrong place-" George started before getting cut off.

"Wrong address? But isn't this 852 Manburg street?" Dream asked. How in the world did he know George's address?

"Well yes, but-"

"Don't panic! Listen, that's my friend Sapnap's place. I don't know when he moved out, he would have told me. He's been sick recently, nothing too serious. When did you move in?" Dream reassured him.

George took a breath, barely managing to speak. "Just yesterday. I barely finished unpacking when someone knocked on the front door." 

"Alright, well, you can keep the package. It's just a bunch of trinkets and junk I don't really need," Dream went on. On the other end, George could hear the beeping of a microwave. "Crap, I gotta go. My popcorn's ready, and I'm having a movie night with Patches."

George laughed lightly, "You're having a movie night with your cat?"

"Yeah, yeah," Dream laughed, while meowing could be heard in the background. "Alright, talk later." 

"Bye," George replied, hanging up the phone. He smiled to himself, wondering what movie Dream was watching.

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