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FOURTY FOUR

Alisha

I… really couldn’t understand Derek, after all.

I squinted at the bouquet that graced the small table Simon and I used to have our meals every day.

It was a beautiful mix of roses and forget-me-nots tied up to whether and place in a crystal looking vase.

Absolutely ridiculous.

It practically filled the table and made it difficult to do more than sit down.

“The longer you stare at it, the worse it becomes,” Simon quipped wittily and I turned my gaze away from the large monstrosity to him.

“Why did he send this over again?” I asked, clasping my hand together and pursing my lips. “I have no need for flowers.“

“I have no need for them either,” Simon sighed, twirling his favorite fountain pen in his hand. “But dear, just to let you know, it’s not about the practicality of it. It’s all sentiment.”

Ah.

Sentiment.

“I don’t think I can return this sentiment of his,” I replied slowly, looking back at the large bouquet. How had he sent it over here without causing a ruckus? “I don’t have
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