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She left the flowers he had given her on the table in the hall. When she left, she didn?t plan to return. But he didn?t know that. As they started to wilt, he went to the florist, and bought the same bouquet again. It was a week before she called and a week before she called and asked him to send her stuff to her at her sisters. He took the fresh flowers from the vase, dripping water from their stems, and threw them in a box with her clothes. He wondered if she would remember how often he bought her flowers.

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