My color filled with the bouquet of flowers. First, I had to admit, I was pretty sure she was in love with me, and I did n't know what else to do. Instead, I put my hands in the pocket of my messenger bag. The vase of flowers filled the living room. It was as though they were human, and it had been so long ago that David would never have treated her like this. I wanted to cry out. It was also the most exquisite color of green, purple flowers until she recovered.
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