There is a story to everything. The woman whose antique top I am now wearing—who was she, what were her thoughts? The red roses my friend brought to ballet class last night, they came from the garden of her father-in-law. How did they get there? What did she say while cutting them? They look like fairytale roses to me, but, what do they remind him of?
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