Definiton of Flowers
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Last published Fri, Jun 19, 2015
" — flowers? Ah, flowers. Simple, just plants. Plants that hold as much as an emotion, a message, and lastly, a life. Actually, never mind. I'll save that for later, answering your little sister's homework question isn't big enough for the truth and moral in which a flower holds"
He was a broken heartthrob who anonymously sent flowers to a girl who was a little too nice.
She was a bystander who received flowers from an anonymous asshole.
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