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Six red roses fastened to my doorstep wept half a dozen treaties and begged to be kept.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
Apologies, with love from Iceland.
Six red roses fastened to my doorstep wept half a dozen treaties and begged to be kept.
I've never been sent roses before. I feel like a grown-up lady.
mure
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
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