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at best.
“Do you like them?” he asked, peeking into the kitchen.
“Very much,” she replied, trimming the stems carefully with scissors. “They’re beautiful.”
He stood in the doorway with his hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets, looking at her as if he wanted to say something important, but he didn’t.
He just nodded and walked into the living room.
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