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The next day, I prepare the arrangement of flowers that you usually ask for in advanced, assuming that the cycle which had been happening for the past few days would repeat itself.

And just as I predicted, the little bell by the door rang around the time that you usually enter the flower shop.

You walk in and I do the usual greeting with a smile even though I know that you wouldn't see it.

"Good morning sir! How may I help you?"

You state what you need and when I quickly hand over the bouquet, your eyes are wide for a moment.

You were probably shocked over the fact that they were already prepared.

You don't question it though, simply paying for the flowers and leaving.

I sigh.

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