Hello my blog readers!

"There is nothing more pathetic than a woman who buys flowers for herself".
I heard this phrase from a woman, not even from a man who stood behind me in the flower shop. I even tried for a second to imagine her face, but it didn’t work. And the most interesting thing is that it all happened at the moment when I crossed swords, in this case Imean the terminal on their side and the phone on mine, to pay for my peonies.

I smiled sweetly at the girl who was counting on me, she seems to have already a little moved away from the wave of Spanish shame, and even was able to tear off the check on the third try. I quietly asked to sell me the bouquet that she had just collected, apparently for the showcase - she understood everything, silently handed me the terminal and it seems that this is how we became friends.
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And so... I was so miserable, I turned to that stranger, smiled, gave her the second bouquet: "this is for you from me" and left.
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and I left beautifully, in an embrace with my peonies, which I bought for myself, on the way home, because I wanted to do it.

Dear girls, it is wonderful to be able to take flowers and buy for yourself!
Nastya