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36 | WILTING FLOWERS

I wrinkle my nose as I smell the heady sweetness of wilting flowers when I walk into the house. On the table is a large crystal vase with an ungodly amount of creamy roses spilling out of it. I stare at the flowers, their slightly drooping buds stark-white, but slightly wrinkled - like they were ou...

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