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05 | anthurium

Today was a cloudy day. The drizzle started just in time after i went into my office. The weather matched my mood so well.

The rain dripped on the surface of the road, just like needles were poking against my heart.

I sat on the chair, palms covering my face while letting out a heavy sigh.

I took a look at the flower which was placed nicely on my table.

'Who could this be?' I'm slowly getting annoyed by these flower.

I checked it carefully if there was any notes left, a small note will do but no, there was nothing, it's just purely a flower.

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