shesallmine
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She comes in every Saturday like clockwork.
Same time. Same expression. Same quiet habit of ordering flowers she never fully explains, only that they're never for the same person twice.
I don't ask questions.
She's learned people tell you what they want you to know, eventually. But Billie keeps returning anyway.
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#1 bé 06/30/26
#1 florist 07/09/26