Adorlee
It's a rainy gloomy morning.
Quite a depressing scene. I
think he would love it. But
just in case it gets a little too
colorful for him, I grabbed a
bunch of white roses and paint
them black. Sure, not a lot of
people would buy them, and I
will probably have to throw
them out because not enough
people bought them. But he
just seems like it would be
worth it.
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NolliagI walk over to her shop.
I see she has newly painted
black roses attempting to
dry them with a small
fan, careful not to mess
up the petals. I fight the
urge to smile at the
frustrated look on her
face as the supposed to
be black petals end up
being a mix of black
and white. But I don't.
Until she turns to me
with that wide adorable
innocent smile of hers
with perfect teeth and
deep dimples. Her smile
is contagious. So I smile
back at her and she smiles
even wider. I try my best to
keep in my laughs and it
works. She motions me
over to the table where the
roses and paint are. She
wipes her paint blackened
hands on her apron and
looks at the roses frowning.
"Sorry I wanted to make
then black for you because
you look like you don't like
colors and it kind of did not
work out at all." She says
this time laughing. I smile
at her and pick up one of
the roses. I smile down at
it and I feel her sparkling
eyes on the side of my face.
"I'll take them all." I say
smiling at her. Her eyes
widen and she nods with
her big doe eyes. I can tell
she's about to start bouncing
or squeaking. I hand her £18
and she just smiles and
hands me it back. I look
at her in confusion. "My
treat. Sort of as a welcome
in a way I guess." She
has the most
b e a u t i f u l
eyes that I have ever seen.
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Kleptomaniac
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