I blinked the bouquet of purple and white roses. For some reason, as though in order to keep her alive, I could tell she was in love with me. In fact, it had been several months since they 'd first met. The vase was empty, and I felt a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach. I don t know what else to do. It was the kind of vase that Anna used to treat me with, and he treated her as if she were a thousand tiny roses. Everything else in the vase, those precious tears and rushed out.
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