"Oh, hey Fred, what 'cha doing here?"
"I need some flower-y shit dude- I had a fight with Tyler. I don't have no pocket money, so gimme something cheap and nice."
"I doubt he likes flower-y shit."
"I mean, some decent flowers to give him...I can't take him ignoring me anymore."
"Then go talk to him."
"I tried! He won't listen!"
"Maybe because you're not saying it loud enough."
"What d'you mean?"
"Are you being honest and passionate enough with him? Do you believe yourself, what you're trying to make him believe?"
"I..I don't know man. I thought it was just a lighthearted fight."
"You can take your fights lightheartedly, so why can't he?"
"Because it means something to him."
"Exactly."
"Dude, you're a fucking genius!"
"That's a first. Now, I suggest this yellow rose, a symbolism of friendship."
"I thought roses were for girlfriends or somethin'?"
"Not exclusively."
"Ah."
"Mhm. Here you go, 'sir'."
"Don't ever call me that again dude."
"Ha, okay."
"Yeah. And listen."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks man."
"Anytime."
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flower shop tales
Kısa HikayeJade the florist is not without his share of tales, from the flower shop across the street. //dialogue story// Copyright @thevildflower twenty-fifteen. All Rights Reserved. Steal this and I'll get Jade to have you sniff poisonous flowers. Highest: 8...
