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We were walking through the field, staring out at Boston. I was choking on the whisper of a memory of another here. I gathered two wild flowers and I showed them to you: the familar           Queen Anne's Lace has always been my favorite, and the new           *I don't know what this one's called,           but it's purple and pretty.           They're both so lovely together.* I don't think you understood that I was talking about us.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Wild Flowers
We were walking through the field, staring out at Boston. I was choking on the whisper of a memory of another here. I gathered two wild flowers and I showed them to you: the familar           Queen Anne's Lace has always been my favorite, and the new           *I don't know what this one's called,           but it's purple and pretty.           They're both so lovely together.* I don't think you understood that I was talking about us.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
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