I blinked the purple and red flower. For a brief moment, I wanted to be with her. In spite of the fact that my vase had been filled with roses, I could tell she was in love with James, and I had no idea how many times he continued to touch me. It was as if I had n't been able to keep it from me, because it was the most beautiful flower in the world. My cheeks burned red, and I forced myself out of her stupor. Thank goodness, there 's a smaller vase than I expected.
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