"she's like a flower." he said simply, after being asked what he liked about her.
his friend shook his head and rolled his eyes. "what, are you some poet now? what the hell does being a flower mean?"
the boy grinned. "it means that not many notice her beauty. nobody stops to smell the rose. except, i am, and she doesn't know what to do about it."
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