Petals!. He brought me past this house, and I thought I would call and leave your brother’s letter. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. It’s a pure joy of giving—giving to YOU. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative.
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