When You Pick A Flower
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[ I'm traveling all over the garden picking flowers that take my fancy- a bluebell here, yellow lantana there...
"I'm not stealing them!" I interject lamely.
"Really?" He raises a skeptical eyebrow. "Then what would you call picking flowers from a stranger's garden?" ]
Warnings (just in case): there's the teeniest bit of foul language, some crying, mentions of running away, a vehicle accident and a death.
Mostly based off the Tumblr prompt 'Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery but today you've caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure "the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft" and I'm trying to figure out how to break it to you that we're on our way to a graveyard'
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