This one fell off from the group. I couldn't very well toss him in the trash, so I saved him, in one of my giant shot glasses, stuck him on the windowsill, and smile each time I wash the dishes (which seems to be every half hour these days...). This little set-up is so quaint that I think I'm going to have to move down to the B.V.I. (that's British Virgin Islands), buy dozens of roses, cut each one off individually and sell them in giant shot glasses. Maybe put some B.V.I. sand at the bottom, it's a souvenir a la Emily.
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