David got to the flower shop just after it closed on Valentine's Day. I suppose that he stood outside the window looking so dejected that the owner's took pity on him and let him in. He chose roses for me in a variety of colours because as he put it, "I thought it might be more fun for you to take pictures of them if they weren't all the same colour." Does he know me or what? These roses are such a cheery addition to the living room and I am totally in love with the idea of taking more pictures of them and of thinking lovingly about the wonderful fellow who went way out of his way to get them for me.
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